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Write a story using this writing prompt: The cold metallic floor and the thrum of an engine wake you, down the corridor you hear what sounds like a woman's voice.
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"content": "SPACE FUCKERS - the Beginning\n-\n\nDag Trimslayer gripped his aching forehead. Everything was spinning and the last thing he remembered was a game of Shakksta in the back room of *Eddie's Grindhouse*. He scrunched his eyes, *I'd been drinking. Galaxan Kidneyblasters, if I remember right.* He patted his flightsuit and realized his jumpvest was missing as was everything else, save for his kahaki flightsuit. \n\nHe stood to inventory all his missing items. *Blaster, gone. Jumpvest, gone. Wallet, gone. That sexy Jeunnican waitress' number, gone.* \"Fuck,\" he muttered. Dag looked around the empty corridor. It was pretty standard fare for a low-grade tramp freighter: worn plasteel wall paneling - missing in spots, grated flooring - rusty in spots, the thrum of a worn engine - with an unfamiliar tick. \n\nDag knew he wasn't aboard his ship, *the Lucky Spire*. This place was bigger and unfamiliar. \n\n\"You finally awake back there?\" called a voice. It sounded female and human. It sounded friendly - he hoped.\n\nWalking in the direction of the voice, he found a roomy cockpit with six chairs. Four were empty. \n\nThe source of the voice swiveled in her chair to face him. With a backdrop of swirling sub-space behind her, the stunning redhead asked, \"You doing ok? Sorry for dumping you back there on the floor, we were in a bit of a hurry.\"\n\nDag squinted, \"I think so. Head is splitting, but that was probably the booze. Maybe.\" \n\nShe chuckled and nodded, \"At least that. You took a good bump from the explosion. And the cops worked you over a bit.\"\n\nHe looked around confused, \"Explosion? Cops? Where's my stuff, my ship, and why am I here? Also, where are we going?\"\n\nThe redhead smiled coyly from behind emerald eyes, \"What's the last thing you remember?\"\n\n\"Shakksta. I was playing cards in the back of *Eddie's*,\" Dag shrugged. \n\nRed nodded, \"That's it?\" He nodded back. Red bit her lip, \"So you don't remember punching out that Traxxon who tried to have his way with me? Very noble.\" \n\nDag shook his head against it, \"Sounds like me, tho. Knight in shining overalls. Especially when I'm wasted. But no. I sense more is also missing.\"\n\nRed nodded again, \"We took off. You ran for your ship. The Traxxon's buddies blew the shit out of it with some portable artillery. Cops took you in for some bullshit charge, it was either disturbing the peace or littering.\" She rolled her eyes and shrugged, \"Hard to say, either way, they damn near stripped you clean and dumped you in a cell. Jeunnican cops are crooked as shit anyways.\"\n\nDag nodded, \"Fact. Wonder who else I pissed off.\"\n\n\"Probably the jerks you won all that money from,\" Red suggested, \"I think one was a local dick from the precinct.\" \n\nTrimslayer winced, \"Yeah, I... he seemed off. So, how did I get here.\"\n\nRed pointed to her companion, another human female, \"Betty and I sprung you. Say, 'hi', Betty.\" \n\nThe blue-haired woman pivoted from the controls to face him, \"Hello, sir.\" On full examination, Dag realized she was not human, but designed to look that way. \n\n\"VAL-series?\" he asked. \n\nBetty nodded, her hexagonal, blue pupils reflecting with the shimmer of beetle-scale. \"**VAL-3R1E** series, serial number 69-023P3T to be precise. At your service. Well, technically at Mistress Gal Muffdiner's service,\" she corrected. \"Unless, you wish me to service him, mistress.\"\n\nGal looked skeptical, \"Not at the moment, hon.\"\n\n\"So you tool around the galaxy with a pleasure bot, *pourquoi*?\"\n\nGal scoffed, \"Because looks can be deceiving, Bettie isn't a stock Valerie by any stretch. *Heavily* modified for combat, assassination, and espionage. Everyone either ignores a sexbot or tries to use them. Picked her up a few years back on a deal gone bad and reprogrammed her to serve me. She already *had* all the mods. Guess she had been on assignment to kill some dipshit duke. Hot ass bitch tore the wall off your cell, by the by.\"\n\n\"Well, thank you Betty. Remind me not to get on your bad side.\"\n\nThe pleasure bot smiled sexily and winked at him, \"Sure thing, when would you like that reminder?\"\n\nDag made a click with his tongue, \"Right before I do.\" He then turned to Gal, \"So, where we headed? And how can I pay you back?\"\n\nThe redheaded mischief maker smiled warmly, \"Right to business? I like that. And here I thought I picked you up for your company.\"\n\nTrimslayer held his hands up in surrender, \"I am *excellent* company.\"\n\n\"If you're half as entertaining and charming as your drunk self, I may just keep you on. Way I look at it is this: Betty and I could use some help and I could use someone with an opinion of their own, no offense lover.\"\n\n\"None taken, mistress.\" \n\nGal continued, \"You're down one ship and pretty much everything else. Unless, that is, you have a home port I can dump you on? A little Miss Trimslayer?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Dag admitted dejectedly, \"I'd been flying solo and as of now; I am broke, shipless, wanted, and heavily in your debt.\"\n\n\"Just what I wanted to hear. Betty, run a set of ships diagnostics on the *Bent Rudder*. I'm going to show Dag here the ship. Blue velvet.\" Gal rose from her chair, giving Dag his first, or first he could remember, view of the full her. \n\nGal Muffdiner was every bit the sexy scoundrel in a tight package. Below her sparkling green eyes, were pouty red lips above a pointed chin. A plunging neckline revealed magnificent cleavage wrapped up by a utility vest with scattered tools. Hugging her curvy hips were two holsters strapped to the legs of her green jumpsuit. If his eyes didn't deceive him, she was packing a scoped **Grimpack KJ-45** on her left and a **TekMag \"Thundermaker\" L-15** on her right. Accuracy and attitude in a 127cm package. \n\nDag wondered if he was falling in love, then realized that was part of her charm. Most men probably fell right into her \"charms\" and ended up broke for it. He followed her out of the cockpit, \"Blue velvet?\"\n\n\"It's our codeword for the old 'sock on the door'.\"\n\nDag knocked an eyebrow, \"Sock on the door?\"\n\n\"Yeah darlin, you don't ride the *Bent Rudder* for free. It's gas, grass, or ass. N' since you're broke and empty pocketed... you'd better be putting out.\" She slapped him on the ass as he walked down the hall. \n\nDag laughed heartily, \"Funny.\"\n\n\"Who's joking handsome?\"\n\nTrimslayer thumbed back at the cockpit, \"Valerie unit isn't good enough for you?\"\n\n\"*Betty*, services me just fine. Even have a few cock inserts for her. Tentacle one too, gods that's a fun ride. But sometimes you want, *need*, a real man. It's been years of just me and Betty.\" Gal sighed, \"She's fun, she's loyal, she's safe. Well, safe *until* she goes combat-mode. You were hitting on me pretty hard last night, was that just the booze? Thought we had a real connection there. Many men have tried for this, but in my line of work... they're gross.\"\n\nDag was an interstellar poon-hound if there ever was one, but he was out on his ass and this woman was his current safety net. Bang-n-blame was a dangerous game here. Especially with a sexy killbot in the next room. \"You are hot, I just don't want to fuck this up. I have a history of fuckups.\"\n\nGal gave him a skeptical eye, \"I didn't ask you to marry me, fuckwit. Just lick my box and finger-bang me if that little pecker of yours isn't up to the challenge.\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Starting college as a Freshman was really lonely. It seemed like a great idea to venture far from home, where she didn't know anyone, but now reality had set in.
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"content": "Growing up In a small town I found myself always looking ahead, to the future. Using these dreams of big cities and all the possibilities that come with it, as a means to get through the redundancy of my day to day life. Everyday was one more version of the last. I knew more than anything that when I graduated next month I was taking every cent I had and moving to the city. \n\nI had already been accepted to the largest university, located right smack dab in the middle of that beautiful city that occupied my dreams. I got an apartment as soon as i could. The only thing was that I didn't consider how much more expensive urban areas were. I had saved up about 2 grand and before I even moved in I had spent most of it on first months rent. Blinded by the fantasy future I had always imagined, I didn't consider this a problem and ignored my gut feeling telling me this wasn't a great situation. \n\nSo I graduated high school and moved to my new place. It didn't take long for it to become apparent that I needed a job. So, i called up my old grocery store and got them to transfer me to the local store and started working. \n\nThe summer before school started, I spent almost every minute working. Convincing myself that I just had to work hard now so I could take it easy during school and enjoy myself. \n\nSo school finally starts and unsurprisingly things don't just magically work out. I still barely make enough money to keep my place, and now I have classes to worry about too. Being determined I manage to work every chance I could while still making all my classes. The only issue was since I worked anytime I was free, i had yet to meet anyone at all. It was 2 months into my freshman year of college and I had no friends. People probably didnt even know my name. \n\nI had managed to save up a little bit of money by November. We had a week long break coming up and I decided to treat myself. I took the couple hundred dollars I had saved up and caught a train to our sister city a couple hours north. While my home city was known for its college kids and party atmosphere, this sister city was near the opposite. It was known to be full of beautiful historic buildings, incredibly diverse neighborhoods and amazing restaraunts. However, it was also known for its crime, drugs and rampant prostitution. \n\nMaintaining my carefree attitude, I threw caution to the wind and picked a train station in the middle of the city to go to. I didn't know anything about this area, but the mystery made it all the more exciting. \n\nI fell asleep on the train ride over, and when I awoke, I looked outside to see to my disappointment, run down buildings, and closed stores every other spot. It seemed like the only places doing business here were deteriorating bars, lit up like Christmas trees from the eighties with all the neon signs littering the windows. \n\nI was incredibly nervous and truthfully a bit scared getting off the train, but it didn't really hit me till I saw the back of the train disappearing in the night. Then, there all alone on the platform, underneath a sole street lamp, as if it were a spotlight, I stood; a 5 foot 5 white girl with dyed blonde hair, scared and alone. Just as is my nature, I hadn't planned at all and found the green plaid skirt I was wearing and short sleeves white t shirt were hardly enough to keep me warm. \n\nI had figured I would just sit on the bench and wait for the next train, but after just a few minutes I was sore from shivering and decided to head for the nearest bar. I figured it was better than sitting outside, and convinced myself I was being paranoid, sure, it wasn't a nice area, but people are still people. \n\nI pushed the door open to find the place full of large, grizzly men, they all looked like bikers. I noticed some of the men were actually women, except they were even more intimidating than their male partners. Almost immediately I caught people looking at Me, most giving dirty mean looks, but here and there I saw what I could have sworn were looks of pity. \n\nI went to the bar prepared to ask for the train schedule, but before I could even open my mouth, the enormous bartender placed an opened beer in front of me. \n\nNervous and trying my best to look as normal as possible, I forced myself to drink it. I hated beer and rarely drank. \n\nAfter a couple sips, the large man with a huge gray beard and tattoos covering any visible skin next to me, turned to me and started chatting.\n\nIt was casual conversation, he was asking about where I was from, why i was there, all the questions you'd expect to hear. I answered and continued chatting with him, starting to feel more comfortable as he seemed very friendly. Caught up in talking I hadn't noticed I had already drank 2 beers and some time had passed. Remembering why I had came here initially, I asked about the next train to which he informed me there's no more trains this late and they don't run on Sundays. \n\nI was stuck here for at least 2 days. Charles, the guy I was chatting with noticed my unease and offered me his couch to crash on which I thankfully accepted. As we stood up to leave I reached down to get my wallet out of my purse. Except when I reached down all I felt was air. It was gone. Someone had taken my fucking purse. \n\nCharles assured me it was alright and that he'd help me out. Still pissed, I thanked him and followed him out to his car. We drove back to his place, and on the drive back he continually assured me that he had ways for me to get the money I needed to get home. It was weird the way he phrased it but I figured it was just how people spoke around here. \n\nWe get to his place and both crash pretty quickly. I woke up the next morning to Charles cooking food. We ate breakfast but apparently Charles only had alcohol for drinks. He said his water d idnt work, and as salty as his bacon was I caved and accepted a beer. This one was a bit fruity and I didn't actually mind it. Every time I'd take the last sip, Charles had another one in front of me. \n\nBefore I knew it, I was definitely drunk. I tried to stand and fell back in my seat several times. When I did manage to stand I saw it was only 11 AM. a bit embarrassed, I made a drunken connection and asked to go sight seeing. I think I had thought that if I showed I was going to make the best of the situation it would make me seem more sober. \n\nCharles laughed and said I was too drunk. I protested but knee he was right. He told me to sit tight and soon came back with a tackle box. He opened it up, grabbed something and put it in my hand. It was a little pill. \n\nI dropped it in a knee jerk reaction. I had never done drugs and never wanted to. Charles picked it up and said that I always talk about experiencing life but then shy away when the opportunity literally falls in my hand. He was right I thought, so I popped it into my mouth and washed it down with a beer. \n\nTurns out it was ecstasy. I remember almost all the sudden feeling incredible, on an almost molecular level. Every stimuli felt a million times more intense. I sat there rubbing my legs back and forth, each stroke reverberating throughout my entire body. All I could think about was how good everything felt and how I just wanted to keep feeling that. \n\nAt some point, while I was fixated on how good i felt, I didn't realize I had moved my hand up my skirt and was fingering myself. Right there on the couch, in front of Charles. I recognized it and decided I didn't care, what I felt was better than anything else I could imagine. \n\nThings start to skip around a bit, and next thing I know, I'm completely naked and I'm biting onto a pillow. Behind me was the huge Charles, holding me at the hips and methodically thrusting him inside of me. With each movement my body shook with pleasure, every thrust sending a seismic ripple throughout me, ending in a gasp and moan. It was almost too much for me to handle. \n\nThen next thing I know, Charles thrusts inside me, holds me tight against him, let's out an exasperated sigh, and as his knees lock and he slightly arches his back, I feel a wave of warmth rush inside me, spreading from deep inside my hips throughout my entire body, till it felt like I was covered in a hot damp towel. Charles let's go of me as I collapse on the couch, and walks back to his bedroom. He comes back out dressed in much nicer clothes and throws a shopping bag at me. He tells me to get dressed. And then something else about getting paid, but I was to far out of it in ecstatic bliss to fully understand what he said. \n\nWithout thinking, I stand up and start to get dressed with what's in the bag. There was a bright pink lace thong, a gold sparkly dress and a pair of black stiletto heels. As I stepped into the thong, I felt Charles cum start to slowly drip out from inside me. Feeling the warmth and dampness leaving a slow methodic trail down my thigh, I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of it. I slid my thong up, leaving Charles load to keep sliding down my leg, and put on my gold dress. I stepped into the heels and followed Charles through the door. Before we left he told me to open my mouth, and as I did he put another pill on my tongue. He asked me a question that I didn't understand, and after repeating himself I recognized he was asking me if I wanted to make some money. I knew enough to say yes. \n\nI remember getting into a car, and then the next thing I remember was being on a black leather couch in a dark circular room. I was on an elevated platform, like a stage, and in a circle around this stage appeared to be various different men. Each of different stature. Some were old, some were young, some obese and some skinny. None were very attractive though. \n\nSkipping ahead. All of a sudden a red light goes off above one of the men and he stands up and approaches me. It was never said but I knew what was coming and just the anticipation electrified my body. Rubbing my hands up my thighs and body I couldn't help but moan. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been abducted by aliens! The extra terrestrials are humanoid and female, with out-of-this world bodies. They wish to learn about sexual reproduction from you, and-despite their kindness- won't let you go until you oblige them.
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"content": "The last thing I remembered, I was sitting in my favorite counter seat at my favorite diner, and eating a slice of my favorite cherry pie- my way of celebrating the end of the work week. I wonder what would've happened if I had just gone out for drinks with Bill instead? Whelp, I'm here now, and that's what counts. But where is *here*, and what is it?\n\n\nOne moment I had been enjoying my pie, I heard some sci-fi noises, and the next thing I knew, I was in this strange, sterile chamber. The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to be constructed out of some kind of metal- it looked like aluminum, but… heavier. The room was brightly lit with a slightly cyan hue, although it wasn't glaring. From the few pieces of furniture, it seemed like I was in a personal quarters, but I couldn't see a door. There was a simple cot in the corner of the room, and what looked like a coffee table and sofa on the opposite wall. \n\n\nAlthough I knew I should probably be panicking, my curiosity got the best of me and I inspected the sofa. It looked like plastic, although the teal material felt like leather. The table, too, had a hint of blue to it, and a small panel built into the top with several buttons and dials. I went to turn one when I noticed the markings- the plain, round script was obviously not from any human language. \n\n\nBefore I had time to reflect on that, I heard a soft mechanical click coming from the left wall. Seams in the shape of a door seemed to be etched by an invisible force, and then there was a rectangular gap a little shorter than I stood. With a morbid curiosity, I anticipated my alien visitor. Jesus, I hopes they came in peace.\n\n\nImagine my shock when a human woman walked in! Well, she had blue skin. Both her irises and pupils were a deeper blue, and her hair was a luscious navy blue. (Seriously, what was with all the blue? You don't see us humans decorating exclusively with our skin tones.) Standing about a head shorter than me, the alien was almost indistinguishable from a human female, aside from the obvious color difference. \n\n\nShe was clad in a white bodysuit, comprised out of individual hexagons with markings similar to a high-ranking military officer, but in extra-terrestrial language, obviously. Strangely, however, the markings on her left breast seemed to flicker into English! \"Captain Juun Xyga? Zx'arna?\" ... Yeah, there's no way in hell I could pronounce that last bit. \n\n\nNot to be a pervert, but *speaking of* her left breast, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I mean, her navy locks tumbled over her petite frame, and slightly obscured a perfectly-proportioned face with wonderfully intense eyes and full azure lips. The form-fitting bodysuit left little of her stunning figure to the imagination- her breasts were astonishingly large and stupidly perky, and seemed to be itching for freedom from their synthetic-fiber prison. Moving downward, her simply fantastic derrière gave way to plump thighs and long, slender legs. I didn't much care for the shoes, however-those were the most \"alien\" looking thing I'd seen so far. \n\n\nI don't think that Captain Juun saw me ogling her for that second, and I don't know what she'd do if she had. I didn't really know how to react to this first contact, so I just kept quiet. She turned towards the wall and spoke in a language that sounded vaguely like a combination of French, Mandarin, and singing. A light embedded in the wall flicked on in response to her request, and then she turned back to me. \n\n\n\"Hello,\" she spoke in ordinary English, \"It is an honor to make contact with one of your species. I am Captain of this vessel- my name is Juun-\" here the translation seemed to cut out. She paused, looking mildly frustrated, then continued. \"My crew and I are a Polyori research vessel sent to study the inhabitants of Sol III. We've managed to gather almost all the data we require without needing to actually interact, but one aspect of Earth biology has eluded us. As the dominant sentient species of your planet, we humbly request that you educate us.\"\n\n\nShe looks at me expecting a reply. Thoroughly confused, I stammered: \"Um, my apologies, Captain Juun- biology isn't my area of expertise. I don't know if I'm able to help you.\" Oh, god, I don't want to be dissected. Where is this going? What can I do?\n\n\nJuun calmly responds, \"Our data shows that this is an instinctual mechanism present in all mammals, so I believe you can. I'm sorry to say this,\" she said, with a genuine look of pity about her, (I guess emotions are expressed the same way universally?) \"But I'm afraid we cannot return you to your planet until you comply.\" \n\n\nOh god, I'm getting probed.\n\n\nSeeing my look of shock, Juun placatingly adds \"Do not be worried, this should not be painful.\" \n\n\nWhew, no probing.\n\n\n\"As a matter of fact, our research suggests that this is quite the pleasurable act.\"\n\n\nCome again? \"Oh?\" I inquire, \"What do you want me to do?\" …Do I get to eat cherry pie? I'm still kind of bummed I never get to finish my slice at the diner.\n\n\nJuun's face lit up at my enthusiasm, the color of her eyes brightening. \"Apparently, your species has many names and techniques for it!\" She said jovially, now tapping on some sort of tablet that she had materialized. \n\n\nMy curiosity now piqued, I dared to ask, \"What would those names be?\" Tapping a few final times, Juun looked up at me, smiling. \n\n\n\"Well,\" she began, \"there's *fucking*, *screwing*, the obvious *sex*, and I, for one, am very curious as to this *anal*!\" As Juun said, chipper as ever, displaying hundreds of videos of porn in the air between us. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Adventures of Me and My Hot Petite Girlfriend
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"content": "\"How about him?\"\n\nKoosha turned to where his girlfriend was pointing. He looked to be around their age (21-24) and was in good shape. His black hair, messy on purpose. \n\n\"Look at that butt.\"\n\nHe rolled his eyes and motioned for his girlfriend to follow him. They introduced themselves to the man, Dillion. They chatted for a bit before making their offer. Dillion and him sharing Claudia.\n\n\"So like me in her ass, him in your vagina?\"\n\nShe shakes her head no.\n\n\"I don't do anal at all, so you can have my pussy while he handles my mouth. Sound like a plan. \"\n\nDillion shrugged and agreed. They met at a nearby motel and checked in for the night. Dillion made sure each were clean and everything was on the up and up. They assured him it was. \n\nShe disrobed first and laid on the bed. \n\n\"You can touch if you want?\"\n\n\"Anywhere?\" \n\n\"All over!\"\n\nHe softly rubber her breast and gently glided down her body to her pussy, already slightly damp. She moaned softly. It was the guys turn to disrobe, they took turns teasing her pussy while they stripped. \n\nShe purred as they took their respective positions. \n\nShe moaned as she felt Dillion's cock enter her pussy. She took Kooshacock in her mouth and started sucking it. \n\n\"Dillion, can you do me a favor?\"\n\n\"Sure?\"\n\n\"Try to match my pace please. \"\n\nHe nods and she's smiles continue to suck her boyfriends cock. She slowly speeds up and moans on her bfs cock as Dillion speeds. She sucks harder, Dillion fucks harder.\n\nShe speeds up and up slowly. She would've sworn Kooshas cock grew even harder watching the pleasure in her eyes as another man fucked her like a cheap whore. \n\nShe stopped for a moment. \n\n\"His cock feels so fucking good baby.\"\n\nShe went back to sucking...faster...faster. She gripped the sheets, letting Koosha do the work as Dillion fucked her as fast and as hard as he could, just like Koosha was. \n\nKoosha slides out of her mouth and tells Dillion to keep going. Shes moaning loudly. Koosha reaches under and starts to play with her clit as fast as Dillion is fucking. \n\n\"oh my fucking God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!\"\n\nShe wasnt lying. She came hard, pulling the sheets apart.\n\n\"Fuck don't stop!\"\n\nThey continued as came again harder then before, covering the blanket and Dillion's cock with cum. She could feel his cock throb in her, she wanted it so bad...\n\nOn her request he pulled out and she got on her knees as both stood in front of her, stroking themselves. They covered her face with two huge loads that dripped down onto her body, some even dangling off her nipple, her blue eyes and her bright smile shining through. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You discover your cat is a Sex God cursed by a witch to live trapped in a cat's body until they found their one true love, you.
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"content": "\"Samantha, it's me... Killian!\" The man says as Samantha walks into her living room. The man known as Killian stood before her at a tall 6'5\" with a chiseled body, brunette hair and brown eyes, and most importantly; between his two legs was a flaccid uncut cock which was at least six inches. Samantha drops her coffee cup in sheer horror.\n\n\n\"Who the fuck are you? How did you get into my house? And why are you naked?\" She panics. Her face turns red, she can't deny that she finds the man in her room to be attractive in every way.\n\n\n\"I was your cat, your love has freed me from that form, and you don't exactly have clothes that would fit.\" Killian explains. Samantha hesitantly believes Killian, mostly because she wants him, and she can faintly smell the kitty litter on him. Samantha Browning is a simple woman in her 30s. She's never been married, has long black hair, an hour glass figure, DD cup tits and a firm ass. She's a teacher, so she's used to the jock studs checking her out, but none of them were like this man. \n\n\n\"Makes sense...\" She chuckles. \"What kind of magical bring are you then?\"\n\n\n\"The God of Sex.\" He replies bluntly.\n\n\n\"I call bullshit. You're going to have to prove that to me!\" She smirks. Killian pushes Samantha onto the living room couch while Samantha takes off her pajamas. As she sits back onto the couch Killian gets down on his knees and starts vigorously eating her out. It doesn't take long for his expert tongue to cause her to cum right on his face. He stands up with his now 9.5\" cock aimed straight for her dripping wet pussy. He slides it in slowly, both of them groaning in the sheer pleasure of it. In a few minutes he slides the entire length of his cock inside of her and begins thrusting slowly. Samantha can't help but cum multiple times as he moves in and out of her. Her moans encouraging him to go faster. Her mind is gone, only focusing on the pleasure his cock alone can give her.\n\n\n\"Cum inside me, please!\" She gasps, almost as if in command he shoots a massive load inside of her, causing her to cum once again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Returning to their dorm room from a party, only slightly drunk, a young man and his female childhood friend sheepishly confess their immense love for one another.
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"content": ">Author's note: No Idea what went through my head when posting it. Maybe it is charming, endearing. Though, considering what I wrote, this can just be offlandish weird. Hope you enjoy anyways.\n\n\"Fuck, this was great!\" Rina said, closing the door behind her and heading for the couch. With one fluid motion, she dropped herself on it, bouncing up slightly before resting on it.\n\n\"Great is right...\" Vinny replied, sitting down on said couch after getting a glass of water inside him. \"I really should have gone partying with you more before, shit's fun with you!\"\n\n\"Told you.\" She smiled into the couch. \"Though, people were staring an awful lot, didn't they?\"\n\n\"Can you blame them? With how close we danced, not to mention that surprise karaoke round we both did there... Jesus, we looked like lovebirds out there, didn't we...\"\n\nRina began laughing madly, thrashing around on the couch. \"Looked? With how close you were to my butt most of the time, I'd say we *were* lovebirds! But yes, we might have to explain some stuff to the others. I mean, we aren't - Wait, we aren't dating, right?\"\n\n\"No, not yet, haha.\"\n\n\"Okay, thought I missed some hin- Not yet? So... you are interested in me?\"\n\nVinny took her by the shoulders, and looked her in the eyes. He wanted this to be as serious as he could make it in their intoxication and their good mood. \"Rina, I... I love you more than anything else. I couldn't imagine my life without you, and part of me would want to marry you, right here, right now.\"\n\n\"Uhh...\" Rina could not reply, her mind trying to register the words said, trying to get a fitting reaction through the booze clouding her mind. \"I... I guess that's the same for the both of us, then?\"\n\nA short pause passed, until Vinny shook his head. \"Sorry, I kinda spaced out. Like, I guess I should kiss you right now?\"\n\n\"No, don't push yourself. I think I ruined the moment first.\" A small giggle escaped her mouth. \"Fuck, this is awkward... Coffee for detox?\" She tried changing the topic, and got up.\n\nVinny couldn't help but stare at her as she got up, how her butt swayed in the night, the movements only exaggerated more by her long, crimson-dyed hair. And her clothes were casual, but could as well have been on an model, considering how good they looked.\n\n\"Hello, earth to Vinny? Want a coffee, too?\"\n\n\"Wha- Sure, yes... Just getting rid of the booze, right? We got work tomorrow, and staying up shouldn't be top priority.\"\n\nAnother laugh came from Rina. \"Yeah, you are right. I am pretty done for today, anyways.\"\n\n***\n\nIt was morning. 5:00 AM, to be exact. Both roommates had woken up early to try a sweet gesture for the other, and so it was that they ran into each other, and awkwardly tried to feign the dish they wanted to make for the other as their own.\n\nA while later, the two of them ate breakfast at the dinner table. Vinny had scrabled eggs with bacon, carefully eating around the area touched by the bacon. He was a vegetarian, after all, and though he didn't impose his decisions on others, principles had to be held.\n\nRina wasn't off better, with her breakfast consisting of a fruit smoothie with some bread. Lacking in any warmth, she had thought for a moment about just putting it in the microwave before abandoning it.\n\n\"Sooo... What got you up this early?\" Vinny asked.\n\n\"Oh, the usual, got stuff to do before work, wanted to eat breakfast with you, the usual. And you?\"\n\n\"Same. So, about yesterday... Now that the booze isn't talking out of our butts anymore, are we still on the same page?\"\n\n\"Yep. I guess we are dating now?\"\n\n\"Seems like it.\"\n\nA pause widened between the two. Rina noticed her friend, pushing aside the bacon, before even realizing that Vinny apparently had made himself bacon while being strictly vegetarian. \"So, are you gonna eat that?\"\n\n\"Huh? Oh, I thought about trying meat, but it doesn't smell appetizing right now.\"\n\nRina looked at him deadpan. \"Are you going to eat that?\"\n\n\"...No.\" Vinny admitted.\n\nA smile formed on her face. \"Good, I guess we will just swap our meals? I am not really up to the smoothie stuff, and you like fruits, don't you.\"\n\n\"Sure I do, I mean, I love you, don't I?\"\n\nRina exhaled sharply. \"...Jesus, that was... Ooohh, fuck you, that one was cheesy as hell. God damn, Vi- You know what? Just take my plate.\"\n\n\"You didn't like it? I have more, sunshine.\" Vinny was now smiling brightly, taking the plate while joking. \"Anyways, I hope I am not too forward, but... what I said yesterday, about being willing to marry you on the spot... is that the same for you?\"\n\n\"Totally. Though, if you continue throwing out those oneliners, that might change.\"\n\nAfter finishing their breakfast, they got up and dressed. Rina looked at the plates they swapped, and beckoned Vinny over. \"Uhh... So, just to make sure, can we like... not do anything without telling the other? Like, it would be good if we didn't throw both out money for a date on tuesday or something.\"\n\n\"Aww, come on.\" Vinny replied. \"Where would be the fun, the surprise, if we told each other in advance, huh?\"\n\n***\n\nRina came home with a package in her bag, gift-wrapped and carefully gotten. Though, the dimmer set to the lowest setting told her Vinny had prepared something as well.\n\n\"I am home!\" She yelled, more to signal Vinny that whatever he planned could begin than to find out if he was there.\n\nSuddenly, out of the door slid Vinny, doing a powerslide on his pants as he slid across the linoleum floor, only to stop before her and presenting her with a black box, tiny enough to contain a ring. He opened it, and out came a very, **very** tightly folded paper, reduced enough in size to fit in.\n\n\"Will you marry me, Rina?\"\n\nRina couldn't hold it anymore. She collapsed on the ground, laughing happily about the way he presented it. She already had a guess as to what the paper was, and couldn't hold it anymore. After a bit, she got back up and checked to make sure she was right. And yes, the paper unfolded to show the legal documents needed to be filled out for marriage.\n\n\"I guess I have to!\" Rina said to him. \"Though, don't we need to sign a ring, first?\"\n\n\"Actually, I wanted to do just that, but that takes a while. So, I hope you got time on Friday, 9 AM?\"\n\n\"Yes, I do!\" Rina smiled brightly, stifling another giggle. \"Fuck, what did I do? I married a jokester...\"\n\n\"Is it a problem? I can cut down on the jokes if you want.\" Vinny replied, and she almost expected him to pull out a knife.\n\n\"Not needed, just... How could I trump this? I had just this shitty idea.\" She pulled out the package and handed it to him. \"I mean, I knew you'd make a joke, but how can I top this?\"\n\nVinny unpacked the present, and found a box. Inside, a small, pink remote was prepared, with batteries inside and ready to go.\n\n\"Where is the part that this controls?\" Vinny asked.\n\n\"Wait, it isn't inside? Fuck, did I drop it here? Uhh... Vinny, could you turn it on for a second, and I just go search for it. Just... turn the dial up a bit, okay?\"\n\nVinny did as asked, turning the dial to maximum, and before him, Rina flopped to the floor. \"Jesusinheaventurnitoff!\" She screamed as the loud vibrations the object caused came from her.\n\n\"Oh, okay.\" Vinny turned it off, and helped her up. \"So... A vibrator?\"\n\n\"A vibrator.\"\n\n\"But why?\"\n\n\"Why not? I mean, you could embarass me whenever you want. Doesn't that sound fun?\"\n\n\"Actually, I had a better idea to what we could do that is funny.\" Vinny said.\n\n\"Oh, really? Spill the beans, perhaps I can improve it.\"\n\n***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] The Bad Girls Club: A young man is invited into the girl punk gangs hideout; little does he know that he'll be the evenings entertainment.
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"content": " *Hope this is what you're looking for. I had to break it up into two parts.*\n\n Nelson couldn't believe how lucky he was. His first day back home from college and already Caroline Wojack's mouth was around his cock. She looked different from tomboy who grew up around the corner. Her long knotty blond hair was now a trendy short bob. Her tomboyish attire switched out for a short checkered maxi dress and chucks. Her black rimmed glasses was the only thing he recognized when he bumped into her at the CVS. \n\n They walked around the neighborhood all afternoon and eventually ended up at the abandoned trestle in the woods. The old rusty train bridge hung over a muddy low river. Nelson never like walking on it as a kid but couldn't resist as Caroline walked to the middle.\n\n Within seconds Caroline had him pushed up against a support beam with her tongue in his mouth. Moments later her lips were wrapped around his cock. Nelson closed his eyes and let this fortuitous event run its course.\n\n \"Eww you brought Nelson\" Nelson's head snapped to see a familiar pack of girls walk up the tracks. It was Hanna Green, Monique Burns and Julie Vazquez the punk girls who teased him since middle school.\n\n \"I'm sorry it was just so easy\" Caroline lifted her drooling mouth from his cock. The girl's all knelt around Nelson and took turns wiggling and sucking on his hard cock.\n\n They were all in tattooed, pierced, and dresses in full on punk fashion. Monique had cornrows, a white descendants shirt and tattered jeans. Julie a half shaved head, a black misfits tank top and black shorts. Hanna had spiky red hair, a torn casualties tank top and jean shorts.\n\n \"He's gonna cum before he even fucks us\" Julie laughed as Nelson squirmed. \n\n Hanna grabbed Nelson by the shirt \" you can't cum until I say so twerp. \" Nelson nodded nervously. \"Say it! Say yes Hanna I won't cum until Hanna says so\" \n\n \"I won't \" she gave him a brisk slap across the face.\n\n \"Repeat after me exactly. 'Yes Hanna I won't cum until Hanna says I can cum\" \n\n \"yes Hanna I won't cum until Hanna says I can cum\" he said in a shaky voice.\n\n \"Good boy \" she said and smooshed his hair. Nelson was so confused. He felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, and humiliated but at the same time he'd never been so excited. Every time one of these tattooed painted girls touched his cock or even looked at him he shook with pleasure.\n\n They took half a dozen 40oz's out of a black liquor store bag and passed them around. The laughed as they poured the cold harsh liquid down his throat. Then Monique lit up a joint and blew the smoke into Nelson's mouth. All the while taking turns shoving his cock down their throats.\n\n \"Lets strip him\" Nelson heard a half second before his polo was over his head and his cargo shorts were pulled off his ankles. They even took off his shoes and socks as they careless tossed his cloths alway mostly into the mud below. \n\n Hanna twisted his nipples and a sharp sensation shot down to his cock. He was seconds from cumming in Caroline's mouth. She quickly spit his member out and rapped the base of his shaft like a disapproving nun. \n\n \"You can't cum yet!\" She scolded as he convulsed. He instinctively reached for his cock to squeeze the last bit of pleasure but they mugged his hands and uniformly brated him. Hanna took her studded belt from her shorts and strapped his hands to the rusty support beam.\n\n \"Say sorry Hanna for almost cumming\" she yelled as she smacked his face.\n\n \"sorry Hanna\" he said as he squirmed his cock begging to be touched.\n\n \"when can you cum Nelson\" she twisted his nipple again as his cock twitched in joy.\n\n \"when you say so Hanna\"her fingers still pinching his nipple.\n\n \"Good boy. How should we punish him girls?\" \n\n \"Lets dress him up.\" Caroline giddily suggested. All four agreed and took make up from their bags. They covered his face with gaudy lipstick, mascara and blush. Caroline slipped her checkered thong and matching bra from her dress. Then pulled the thong up his legs and strapped the bra around his chest. \n\n \"ooo matching undies he must have a date later \" they laughed excessively as they drank and smoked more. They snapped pictures on their phones and showed Nelson what a \" pretty boy he was. \"Then they poured more liquor into his mouth and said \" he looks like a sloppy whore. \"\n\n Nelson felt dizzy with pleasure and pain; anticipation and humiliation; infatuation and intoxication. The girls were clearly as smashed. They began kissing and rubbing each other over their cloths. They teased him with quick flashes but never fully undressed. He whimpered with pleasure watching them. It felt like an entirely since they had touched him.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] An alien breeding stud is the only survivor of its species, and it's scanners show human women are suitable hosts for its species. It begins capturing and impregnating human women in an attempt to rebuild its race.
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"content": "Elisa's breather was the only thing she could hear in the cavernous depths, her suit cast a dim ray of light that was immediately swallowed by the oppressive darkness surrounding her. Taking tentative steps forward, she plunged into the shadows.\n\n\"Elisa, how does it look down there?\"\n\nElisa jumped slightly, a movement dampened by her suit. \"Visibility's zero, but all other scans indicate a sterile environment.\"\n\n\"Update us if anything changes.\"\n\nSilence followed for several minutes as Elisa delved further. The atmosphere scanner chirped twice, and her display indicating that while the air was breathable, there were unknown components.\n\nShe tensed as another, higher pitched chirp signaled movement within 100 meters. Turning side to side, she scanned for anything she could see, but all that greeted her eyes was black nothing.\nThrough the suit's helmet, Elisa heard something slither behind her. Breathing heavily, she span around and still saw nothing. Her radio clicked to life.\n\n\"Elisa, your breathing has increased dramatically. Have you seen something?\"\n\n\"No, it's... My radar picked up movement and I thought I heard something, but there's nothing here.\"\n\n\"We didn't pick up any move-\" the radio cut off in a flurry of static, and Elisa felt the cable attached to the back of her suit fall limp.\n\n\"Oh, shit...\"\n\nHer radar chirped again, signaling movement, then chirped increasingly rapidly as the source moved closer. And quickly.\nTensing up, Elisa stood still awaiting her inevitable death, her eyes still wandering trying to find something amongst the darkness. Her radar gave a few shrill beeps just before she got slammed to the ground from behind. Her head began ringing and she found that she was pinned to the ground by a heavy weight all over her back.\n\nAfter struggling for a few moments but to no avail, Elisa tried to let her limbs relax. The weight on top of her shifted, and she felt herself lifted from the ground by two large limbs. Whatever it was that picked her up began moving in what felt like large strides, clutching her tightly within its grasp.\n\nFor several minutes Elisa glided through the pitch darkness, completely frozen with unbridled terror, her mind filled with images only of her death, of how she would be torn limb to limb or kept alive as some demonic beast devoured her from the outside in, or...\n\nThe movement slowed for a moment before stopping and dropping Elisa to the ground. Landing with a dull thud, the first thing that she noticed was that there was a very dim and faded light source besides that of her suit coming from the ceiling five or so meters above her. Movement caught her eye, and her gaze swept over to the creature that had taken her as she scrambled to her feet.\n\nIt was *large*; it stood easily half again what she did, and its arms were as wide as tree trunks. The thing was roughly humanoid, like a steroid jockey on even more steroids and then some. Its skin looked smooth and taut, as though it was teeming with muscles. Her gaze trailed upward until her eyes met its eyes.\nAll of the other things were alien and different but vaguely human, but its eyes were definitely human. A large mouth opened in what had to be a grin as she recoiled slightly. The creature's eyes shrewdly dissected her, as though they could pull her apart and see inside.\n\n\"It has been long,\" a booming voice reverberated from its mouth,\" very long indeed since I have seen one of your kind.\" Its grin turned into a sneer, \" But I don't mind, I rather quite like you humans.\" It leaned, shifted and suddenly Elisa was very aware of how much more massive this creature was than her. \"Fun to break in.\"\n\nShe attempted to say something, anything, but not even a stutter escaped from her gaping mouth. The creature moved one of its large hands towards her and she stumbled back, landing on her backside. A booming bout of mocking laughter echoed throughout her helmet.\n\nIt grabbed her leg, its hand engulfing the entirety of her shin, and dragged her closer to itself. \"I never did quite understand the coverings,\" it murmured in a deep rumble. Its other hand appeared from her side, one of the three fingertips glowing a bright blue. It touched her other leg through the suit, and warmth spread throughout that part of her as the suit began to dissolve as though it were on fire. The creature let go of her leg and then simply stood and observed.\n\nElisa gasped, \"How- what?\" and was met with more laughter.\n\n\"You humans have fallen far to not recognize your own work.\"\n\nMore and more of her suit fell away, and even the skinsuit underneath too, leaving her leg completely bare, and not her midriff. A frigid breeze stirred the hairs on her leg and Elisa shivered, only in part to the cold. A minute more, and suddenly she was aware of how freezing the caverns she had been sent into were. She pulled herself into a ball, but her eyes were still at the creature's. She shivered more violently, and the creature's hand snaked back to her leg.\n\nThe creature's hand was warm, and perfectly so as to be incredibly comforting despite the circumstances. Its other hand grabbed her other leg, and pulled her close to its chest.\n\nElisa could feel the soothing warmth radiating from its core, and she instinctively pulled herself closer to it, pressing her chest against its leg. It moved its hand to her back, picking her up with ease, and lifted her to its considerably warmer abdomen.\n\nNearly all conscious thought had escaped Elisa, but as the shock slowly wore off, she wondered what was going to happen to make this incredibly terrible, seeing as she was quite comfortable.\n\nThen, she felt it press against her backside.\n\nA massive erection.\n___\n\nFirst prompt/creative writing piece ever, please let me know if stuff's working or not, or if anything's annoying about my prose. I'll be updating with the rest of the prompt when I finish it (soon)\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: the second American civil war has broken out, there are at least four sides and the Midwest has become a lawless land, you are a warlord in the Midwest intent on unifying the various other warlords and creating a new America in your perverted imagine.
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"content": "PART 1:\n\nIn a desolate refugee camp, in a run down bar, in walks a stranger. \n\nThe locals stare as the stranger walks, his clothes don't have holes in them. His clothes don't have stains on them. He doesn't belong. \n\nThe stranger takes a seat at the bar. \n\n\"What'll you have?\"\n\n\"Whiskey. Straight.\"\n\nTwo of the locals move next to him. \"We don't see a lot of first timers come through here, what's your business?\"\nHe downs his whiskey, and puts out his hand to signal the bartender, \"one more.\"\n\nThe local grabs his wrist, \"I said, what's your business?\"\n\n\"Let me get one more whiskey and I'll show you.\"\n\nThey oblige, and the stranger drinks. \n\nHe stands up, turns to face the locals. \"I've done a lot of things in my life, you might not think they were related, but I do. You see, I'm a showman. I live to entertain. And, well, I've got one hell of a showstopper for you.\"\n\nHe starts to unzip his pants. \n\n\"We don't need to see that.\"\n\n\"I've decided you do.\" The stranger opens up his fly, revealing a writhing, auto intelligent robot penis. \n\n\"You might know me as the butcher of Brooklyn, or the Terror of Toledo. But these days I just go by Rim Jobbler. And this fella right here,\" he pats his robot cock, \"he goes by Susie Q. I'm gonna let y'all get acquainted.\" \n\nSusie Q shoots off his pelvis and hovers in the air as Rim Jobbler turns back to the bar, grabbing the whiskey bottle from the terrified bartender, taking a slug. \n\nAt first No one's willing to move, then a man makes a break for the door. Before he can get two steps Susie Q rips through his chest, killing him. \n\nAnd with that, it's on, Susie Q flies through the bar from person to person, ripping them apart, shooting lasers at them, releasing small explosives. These peasants never stood a chance. \n\nFinally, it's over, and susie Q returns to its place on Rim Jobbler's pelvis. He tries to take another drink but the bottles empty. \"Oh well, shows over.\"\n\nHe zips up, and walks over to the sole survivor. \"I don't think I'm going to need to ask this question twice. Where is son-of-gib?\"\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An asexual couple decided to try the revolutionary treatment restoring libido. Except that it might work slightly too well... From the POV of one of them, describe the experience of feeling sexual desire for the very first time.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains Nymphomania, M/F, m/m/F, m/m/M and slight f/M\n\nIt was a foolish idea. I know Clara thinks differently, always has, but why exactly would we even have needed \"fixing\"? We were asexual, yes, but it wasn't an illness, was it? If you say asexuality is an illness, you can go and open that can of worms fully by lumping in homosexuality and fetishism.\n\nDon't get me wrong, I understand why people want to feel this need for sex. Clara has explained me often enough, for certain. And even if that wasn't the case, I had enough trashy romance novels behind me to know the \"pleasure of the sensual need\".\n\nNow, once Clara had heard of this revolutionary treatment, curing asexuality wholly, I didn't have much of a choice, did I? If I remained asexual, I might as well have said that I would go and find her a new husband myself for all the difference it would make. No, if she wanted to go \"normal\", I'd have to be with her, as stupid as it sounded.\n\nNow, I expected something more Sci-Fi, like a monitor reprogramming a brain. Instead, the two of us got a syringe, and that was it. We were meant to stay in the room for a bit to ensure it worked. And work it did, I'd assume.\n\nOf course, the first sign that it worked was the alert of my little buddy, springing to attention. My eyes, which followed the swaying ass of the doctor, were another, but mostly, the raging erection was a core sign. The two of us were tied to our tables, probably to prevent any damage due to seizures or similar, so I couldn't just get up and take the doctor as hard as I wanted, as much as my head was filled with the swarming thought of stripping him down, grabbing his perky butt and screwing his butt to next tuesday, creaming inside his little pucker...\n\nWhew, I needed that break from writing. Anyways, the doctor had to leave for a moment. Clara and I were alone. I was looking at her, then down to her crotch. She did much the same. And although she hadn't any swelling as self-announcing as my dick was, her gushing wet pussy was sign enough that she was as eager to screw me senseless as I was.\n\nThe doctor came back, untied us and got each of us a bandaid for where she had placed the needle. Somehow, the two of us managed to not force her into a threesome then and there, and in an even greater miracle, we managed to contain ourself until we got into my car.\n\nIn there, though, all bets were off: I practically ripped open my jeans, removing both button as well as functionailty of the zipper from it as I worked on quickly undressing. Clara was already atop me, kissing me as feverishly as usual while fingering herself. We didn't close our eyes, our gazes locked in lust and desire. As the two of us got ready to go, I got a good look on my wife, panting, sweating...\n\nI didn't think of her as the wife I wanted to please, I didn't think of her wishes and desires at all, in fact. I just wanted to cum, wanted to fill her up with my sperm, to knock someone up with my freshly-revitalised sexual organ. Thus, I skipped any foreplay as the two of us began continuously humping one another. My cock was almost bursting, hardened enough that even the roughest touch were not to squeeze it, and thus it was easy to insert myself within Clara's overflowingly wet fold.\n\nClara must have screamed an awful lot, not that I had taken notice of it. I, myself have probably been grunting like a caveman myself as I pushed myself deep inside her, trying to push just a bit deeper every time I could. In my sex-addled mind, I thought I could reach her womb if I just strained myself a bit, and thus I pushed more and more. The pleasure was heavenly, the rhythmic squeezing of her inner folds, the warm, wet feeling of sinking into your lover as well as the innate sense of wanting sex pushed me onwards to do more, to do her harder. I soon gasped, and shook, releasing years of pent-up, unused sperm inside Clara's needy, greedy fuckhole. I collapsed atop her, drooling atop her chest, though it turned her on still, because each and every moment I didn't fuck her she was fingering herself, and she licked up my saliva as if it was the sweetest of juices.\n\nIt was a moment of clarity that I had after my afterglow subsided, but shortly before my cock could fully rise to the occasion, in which I took a gander at the window outside. A small crowd of youths had gathered, bewildered, intrigued at our passionate lovemaking. I opened the door, letting the cool air stream inside. I had no shame, no snese of disgust or adult superiority as I offered casually that they may join in.\n\nSoon after, I took to licking two boys' growing cocks, licking them one at a time, jerking the other. Beneath me was a girl that studied my cock, learning from it's size and it's rigid form as she eased herself into her first blowjob. Inside the car was Clara, trying her best to appease the rest as good as she could, with some taking turns and others making due with less. Thankfully, the group of teenagers had only one girl, else Clara might have gotten jealous and competitive about it.\n\nI caressed the first teen's shaft with gentle licks, cleaning the uncircumcised cock from all and any gunk that sticked on it , in the small spots that were a bitch to clean without help like this. In reward, he cried with such a shaky voice as his friend egged him on, that what he did was \"fucking gay\". I didn't bother talking back to him, too lost was I myself in pleasing the two men eagerly enjoying my service. Only once in a while did I thrust my hips in the pleasurable shock, though I was as tense and close to climax as can be. I had taken great enjoyment in pleasing the cocks served to me, and all and any focus on Clara was gone from my mind at that point...\n\nAnyways, I felt the boy tense up after a while, and greedily sucked as I coaxed spurt after spurt out of the teen's cock. The other, waiting for me to put it in, seemingly had enough, already worked up from the display as well as the handjob I had given. He forcefully pushed himself in my cum-filled mouth and placed a second load inside it, which I simply couldn't keep up with. Much of it spilled from my mouth, down to the girl interested in my cock, though she either didn't wholly notice or didn't mind at all, since she was still slowly and agonizingly bringing me to orgasm only to drop me off near the end. Seemingly done herself, she got up and began waiting with the boys. I, fed up and unwilling to ask, rubbed a quick one out as I looked inside the car. My car was wrecked, soaked in enough cum to need a mop for it. My wife was in a similar state, with two boys still thrusting inside her despite the fact that they were touching more cum than actual pussy. I didn't know why, I should have felt jealous, angry, but in my mixed, addled state, I just couldn't help myself. I gasped and gasped, and shot my load against the car's door.\n\nSomewhat exhausted, I took to waiting until the last few boys were finished before I drove my almost comatose-fucked wife home. I showered her, I put a few loads inside her myself, I showered myself, and I went to sleep, holding her tightly. My arms around her body, my cock inside her butt...\n\nThe days after, we talked. We were definitely overdosed on the treatment, but my wife spoke against reverting it, citing risks and complications that she couldn't have known reasonably. I accepted ,not wanting to put our marriage in danger, though our sex life changed. Before, it was non-existant, and equal between the two of us, but now, it was different. She brought boys, men, girls with strapons home, to plow her when I was busy. She didn't care a slight bit about faithfulness anymore, and let anyone and everyone cum inside her. She wasn't going to get pregnant anyways, and she grew hopelessly addicted to the feeling of virile seed sloshing inside her. \nI, myself, have not done any of that sort, never fucking or being fucked by anyone but my wife. Sure, I blew most of the visitors Clara had over, and took quite an awful lot of rimjobs from them, even giving some quite a few times, but I didn't fuck them. I had some faithfulness in our relationship, and I wanted to keep it that way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: - The Wives Make a Bet
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"content": "Author’s Note: This story is based on the post title alone (the wives make a bet), not the other part about the bigamy and the age difference beause it didn’t appeal to me...sorry.\n\nMy wife and her sister were arguing again, this time about some no-name actor that played in some long-ago watched movie, and whether he was dead or still alive. At 26, my wife Cindi was in her prime and was looking smoking hot that night and Heather, her sister at two years her junior, was almost as attractive. Both were tall and skinny, but Cindi had bigger boobs and brown hair while Heather was blonde with small perky tits. It was a Friday night and we were at the house that Heather and her husband Brian had just bought having dinner together, something that we tried to do once or twice a month.\n\n“I know he’s dead, I remember reading about it in People”, Cindi insisted! She was absolutely certain that she was right and was not going to back down. Knowing my wife, I suspected that she may have been wrong, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Brian and I were content just watching the exchange, since it involved two very beautiful women.\n\n“Still alive, he just did a part in Law and Order, I remember!” Heather shot back. “I am so confident that I’m right, I’m willing to bet on it.” And she stuck out her hand.\n\n“Name the terms, bitch, I’m in!” Cindi retorted. Brian’s eyes widened, as he prepared to defend his wife, but Heather knew it was just banter and waved him off. I gave my wife a warning glance, knowing her propensity to get into situations like these without really thinking them through. She ignored me. “Make it something big this time.”\n\nHeather gave her husband a sidelong glance and a wink, then slowly smiled. “OK,” she said, “tomorrow we’re going Christmas shopping at the outlets right? The loser’s husband has to be our slave, for the entire day.”\n\nBrian and I both started to protest, as we both had big plans for the next day. I was going to put the Christmas lights on the outside of the house, and he had a big college football game he had wanted to watch. Our wives didn’t seem to hear us.\n\n“Deal!” Cindi said, hardly even thinking about it. “James, look it up.” \n\nI pulled out my phone, and looked up the actor in question in IMDB. My suspicions were confirmed, and with a groan I muttered, “still alive. Law and Order episode last month,” as a cheer went up from across the table. There go my hopes for a quiet peaceful day tomorrow.\n\nMy wife did feel a little bad for agreeing to use me as a bet item, so she made it up to me after we got home by letting me come in her mouth. Deep down I wasn’t overly upset about spending the day with these two; they were both hot and I got along pretty well with my sister-in-law.\n\nI awoke at 7 the next morning to the doorbell ringing. Cindi was already in the shower so I threw on a robe (we sleep naked) and went to answer it. It was Heather, looking gorgeous and chipper in a tight white turtleneck and even tighter blue jeans. “Good morning,” I mumbled as I moved aside to let her in.\n\nShe came in and looked back at me as I closed the door. “Drop the robe,” she demanded. I started to protest, but she cut me off immediately. “You are my slave, I won the right to boss you around all day. Now lose it.” My cock, which had already been at half-mast from just waking up, immediately jumped to full attention at the thought of being naked in front of my sister-in-law. Shrugging, I removed the robe and let it fall to the floor to a gasp from my visitor. I was fairly well-endowed at 8” and was currently displaying all of it, pointed directly towards her face. She looked like she was in a daze and reaching over she tentatively pushed on my head, letting it bounce up and down a little. The touch sent shivers up my spine. After a moment, she seemed to snap out of her daze. “Well, naked man, how about making us some breakfast?” I reached for my robe but she stopped me, “no, just like that.” I just shrugged and started about making some pancakes and eggs while Heather sat at the kitchen table and chatted with me, hardly taking her eyes off my cock. Cindi came in when the food was about done and stopped short and smiled when she saw me standing at the stove naked with her sister sitting by me. It seemed that they had already discussed some of their plans for today because she didn’t seem entirely surprised that I was naked in front of Heather. Instead, she came up to me and kissed me on the lips, then bent down and took my entire cock in her mouth.\n\n“I’d say I’m sorry about this,” she whispered in my ear after she stood up, “but it doesn’t seem like you’re disliking it much.” I just smiled, my cock betraying me anyway, and she sat down next to her sister while I served them their breakfast.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Adventures in Inverse Free-Use, wherein men are constantly used by various women for sex at any time.
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"content": "“Scarlet, please! She’ll fire me if I’m late again!”\n\nGently placing his hands on top of her head, Alex tried to pry his ginger friend’s lips from around his cock, but she wasn’t willing to stop.\n\nShe’s still mad that I could only go 3 rounds last night. Damn it girl, Mrs. Avery basically drained me during the meeting yesterday, what do you want from me?\n\nKnowing that he was close, Alex didn’t even bother trying to warn Scarlet. She wouldn’t have wanted it anywhere besides her mouth anyway.\n\n“Mmph!”\n\nA little surprised by his shots, but keeping her head in place, Scarlet lapped down every last drop, before disengaging with an audible pop from her mouth and wiping her lips.\n\n“Well go on, mustn’t keep that viper waiting.”\n\nWhy does she have to be so angry? It’s not like I put the law in place.\n\nMaking it to his bus on time, leaving Scarlet by the front of his house, Alex was relieved to see that the bus driver was Ralph.\n\n“Thank god it’s you man. If Janice was on today, I don’t think my legs would be working enough to leave the bus.”\n\n“You’re telling me. The missus barely let me out the door today, really wants to work on kid number 4. Says the twins we had 2 years back count as one.”\n\n“Jeez man. Sounds rough.”\n\n“You kidding? She’s the best when she’s aiming for a little scamp. I get to do what I want, so long as she gets an hour of me a day. Bacon every meal, smoking, tickets to the ball game each week. Just make sure to leave time for baby-making. Plus, I get a gold pass from being disrupted while driving from the gov’t, so…”\n\nEnvying his friend’s “don’t bother me” privileges, Alex moved to the back of the bus, taking a seat by the window and trying not to draw any attention to himself.\n\nHaving a small trimmed beard and a decently toned body hidden by his business suit, Alex was previously used to and fond of having the attention of various women. But after the ‘Free Use – Male Sexual Obedience’ Act was enacted (seriously, what dirty did people have on Congress for this to be passed?), guys like him were basically just flesh seats with erect, warm dildos.\n\nWhen the Act passed during last year’s Halloween week, Alex found himself taken to a mostly empty parking lot, and forcefully strapped to the bottom of a mini-van. Stressed and needy neighborhood mothers took turns riding him, with Alex feeling like little more than a dick on the floor for women to mount. Only some of the mothers welcomed him placing his hands on their hips or ass, the rest swatted him away and made it clear he was just to be used. It wasn’t a physical connection or lover’s moment, he was just a toy to them.\n\nAfterwards, when he had told his friends Heather and Scarlet about this incident, they had seemed sympathetic. However, later that same day, after apparently having a long text message with a mutual friend, the two of them jumped him, tying him to this own dining room chair and taking turns straddling and riding him, though they at least kissed him and allowed his hands to caress them, once he accepted what was happening.\n\nThe rest of that same day he found himself being used in his bedroom by many of his female friends, as well as some connections through them who wanted a free experience. If they weren’t taking turns blowing him and watching him rocket off jizz like a fountain, they were riding him with another face-sitting upon him, making out and laughing as he couldn’t object. One girl managed to antagonize him into roughly dogging her, allowing for some agency on his part, though she made a show of it and caused their audience to cheer for her as he rutted furiously.\n\nWhen he ran out of juice and energy to continue, Heather wiped out some government issued pill, and after a forceful kiss she shoved the pill down his throat with her tongue. In an instant, Alex cock was back in action, and he could feel an uncomfortable amount of adrenaline keeping him awake.\n\nHeather and Scarlet made sure to shoo away the rest around 7 that day, but the effect had stuck with Alex. He couldn’t even be sure to trust his friends with this new law.\n\nSince then, he’s done his best to avoid non-family women at any time. Thankfully the Act had an anti-incest clause, plus his mother would have likely stoned or pile-drive any cousin or aunt that tried, so he was safe visiting his folks or at family gatherings.\n\nUnfortunately, 6 months ago his office found itself a new boss: Ms. Avery. Being rather fond of the new law, and seeing the plethora of options sitting in cubicles and offices around her, Ms. Avery took to her new kingdom like a savage beast. On Monday of her first week, Alex didn’t have to worry about being her first victim: Ted had ended up being used by her. The entire office saw her mount him on her desk, before growing dissatisfied and instead pegging him against the glass surrounding her office. Tuesday, the men walked into the lunch room to find Ms. Avery roughly blowing Steve Wilkins, who due to his strict background was freaking out about technically cheating on his wife. Spotting Alex, Ms. Avery finished of Steve quickly and moved over to our bearded lead, stroking his chin with a finger and feeling up his chest with her other hand.\n\nSince then, Alex has been the sacrificial lamb for the other men in the office. Ms. Avery wants to suck something, he’s standing by in her office with his fly down. Ms. Avery wants to get through a boring meeting with the Board, he’s plowing her from behind during the entire thing. Ms. Avery wants a show during lunch, and Alex finds himself pounding into her secretary missionary style, while also licking whipped cream off of her tits. \n\nIf he had a say in any of this, he’d be ecstatic. But given no time to rest with the forceful pill ingestions, being treated as a toy half the time and not a lover, AND getting no extra pay for essentially being a fuck secretary (not that there’s much of a difference), Alex isn’t too keen about his new situation\n\nWaking up to a sudden nudge on his shoulder, Alex saw he was still on the bus, and a woman with a young lady around 19 years old were standing before him.\n\n“Hey, my Celica here is off to college soon, but she’s still got no idea about how to handle a guy. Wake up already, she needs practice.”\n\n“Look lady, I got to get off soon, so if you could just-”\n\n“Quiet! Who said you could speak? Should I call the police?”\n\n“Mom, just stop! Jesus, I don’t want to be seen as some domme bitch!”\n\nThankful for the daughter’s reluctance, Alex felt he could relax a little. Unfortunately, guilt started to affect him as the mother started to berate her child.\n\n“You ungrateful little…women have fought and died for this Act to pass, and you’re just going to waste these opportunities because of what people might think of you? God, you’re just like your father, such a spineless-”\n\n“Hey now, there’s no need for that. You don’t have to force her to-”\n\nShe ignored him, and the young woman was looking to be on the verge of tears. Sighing, Alex pulled his zipper down and popped a spare pill down.\n\n“Miss, it would be better if you just got used to using guys. People won’t listen to a girl that hasn’t had her way with at least 3 men, it’s just the way the world is these days.”\n\nStaring at Alex with a confused look, the young woman looked to be working up her courage as she spoke.\n\n“You’re sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to force you to do anything, you seem tired enough as it is.”\n\n“Nah, you’re pretty cute as it is. Besides, you seem nicer than some of the others that have taken me before.”\n\nSmiling, the girl pushed by her mother, who was smiling self-importantly and moved to sit on the seats across from them. Celica moved in front of Alex, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties down, slipping them off around her right leg. Feeling his cock with one hand, as if to get a sense of what she’s getting onto, Celica stepped onto the bus seats around Alex, and slowly lowered herself onto him.\n\nShe winced a little, not fully anticipating how much he would fill her. Just the tip was barely inside of her and already she felt…honestly she wasn’t sure. Warm? Invaded? Locked on?\n\nAlex opened his mouth to speak, but closed up again, a reflex of being told to be quiet for so long.\n\n“…hold me.”\n\n“Sorry?”\n\n“Please hold me.”\n\nHappy to obey, Alex clasped around Celica’s waist, his face on her chest as he pulled her closer. Slowly and carefully, he lowered her further down onto his cock. As her face reached his, he could see how red she was the more he entered her.\n\n“How do I feel?”\n\n“…amazing! You’re so much…warmer than the usual things I stick inside.”\n\n“Yeah? Wanna stay like this, or-”\n\nShe twerked, edging up a little before sinking back down to his base. Gaining a mischievous glint in her eye, Celica continued to move on her own, treating Alex as the law expected her too.\n\n“Just…stay still. Let me enjoy this.”\n\nSmiling a little, as it was one of the more polite ways he’s been silenced, Alex let the young woman ride him for the next few stops, knowing full well he’s likely going to have to ride a bus back to his workplace, as she doesn’t seem willing to dismount him any time soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your partner clones themselves.
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"content": "Sorry this is so late to the party--writer's block. Even now, I'm not quite happy with how it turned out, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!\n\n*****\n\nOne setback of dating someone as beautiful and famous as Emma Watson became terribly obvious as her birthday drew near; she had everything that she could possible need. She had people who made sure that she always had everything that she wanted and she had made more money by the time she was 18 than I would ever see in my lifetime.\n\n\n“It’s alright, John! You’re all I want!” she had assured me again and again.\n\n\nAs her special day approached, I grew desperate. And then I took her words to heart.\n\n\nIt had been surprisingly easy, using a Emma’s resources to find a ‘mad scientist’. It had been frighteningly easy to undergo the operation to make a clone.\n\n\nWe had spent an entire day before the event talking about what we would do—what would happen. We were both understandably nervous; ethical and practical questions aside, would Emma be happy? What if she was furious that she now had to deal with two dumbass boyfriends, instead of just one?\n\n\nI had never been good at planning. That became obviously apparent as Emma knocked on the door to my apartment. I had promised her a nice quiet evening to end her birthday on after a day out with friends and family. I just hadn’t figured out how to break my present to her.\n\n\n“Shit!” me and my clone hissed, jumping to our feet. Staring around wide eyed, he dove behind the couch as I went to open the door.\n\n\n“Hi, John!” Emma smiled as I opened the door. She was dressed in a simple white dress and she looked absolutely beautiful.\n\n\n“Hey,” I answered, stepping aside so the famous actress would come inside. She let out a soft gasp as she saw the dinner table, complete with candles and wine.\n\n\nMy clone revealed his presence to Emma by coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck while I gave her a hello kiss. Turns out that had been a big mistake as she screamed in surprise—obviously not expecting another person at what was supposed to be a quiet night between the two of us.\n\n\nAfter calming her down, we managed to have a nice, if awkward dinner. Emma kept glancing between us nervously, but as she downed her second cup of wine, the possibilities began flowing through her mind. A smile began growing on her lips and we knew that we were golden.\n\n\nIt didn’t take much to start things.\n\n\nEmma began by kissing me. I could taste the wine on her lips as her tongue pushed into my mouth, suddenly bold and eager. She let out a soft moan as I placed my hand against her chest, my fingers fondling her through the front of her dress.\n\n\n“Oh, John,” she murmured. My clone took this as his cue to come up behind her and start nuzzling her neck once again. “Oh, *John* ,” she grinned, turning back so that she could kiss him. That set something off inside of me. I knew it was ridiculous, being jealous of my clone—of myself—but hearing him coax those sounds out of her lips made me want to prove my dominance.\n\n\nEmma was busy grinding back into my clone, pressing her body up against his, as I took a step back and pushed down my pants. I was already hard and throbbing—it took an extra push to finally get my pants down to my ankles. Normally, I like to take my time. There would be plenty of foreplay—plenty of fondling each other and oral sex and grinding—but with another penis—even if the penis was mine—in the mix, it became a race.\n\n\nMy beautiful British girlfriend gasped as I suddenly lifted her legs up off the ground. My clone grunted as he held her from behind, supporting her full weight. I hardly waited for her skirt to fall to her waist, revealing her long, slender legs, I barely paused to push aside her lacy purple panties, before I pushed into her.\n\n\nOnce again, Emma’s full attention was on me as my cock pushed into her hot, silky folds. She was already wet, letting me slide into her easily. The lusty gaze burning in her eyes told me that she was wet for me, that she wanted me. She slung her arms around my shoulders as she leaned into me, leaning down to kiss me. Her lips seek out mine hungrily, her tongue forcefully making its way into my mouth, mirroring how I’m burying my shaft deep inside of her.\n\n\nMy clone took a moment to watch us, before he felt the same sensations I did—the same desire to outdo ourselves. He dropped his own pants, his own erection standing just as hard and proud as mine was. Seeing my prick from the other side, it was intimidating—I had to applaud Emma for taking it on.\n\n\nAs I bounced Emma on my lap, slapping our hips together, John II moved behind us. Realizing what he was going to do, I slowed down. Emma, thinking that I was just being slow and sensuous, let out a grateful moan. It wasn’t until she felt the second John position himself at her asshole that she realized what was happening. She was listed off of me slightly, eyes wide with surprise, as he started pushing in. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, eyelashes fluttering, as she was completely filled for the first time.\n\n\n“ *Fuck* ,” she moaned. Hearing her curse with deliciously posh accent set me off. Both of me.\n\n\nWe immediately started pumping into her, building a steady rhythm. The moment one of us pulled out, the other one pushed in. Emma was overloaded with pleasure, each thrust making her small breasts bounce. She could hardly think as we fucked her almost animalistically. Soon, we were both simply pounding into her, drawing a chorus of moans, groans, and cries from our girlfriend.\n\n\nWe didn’t last long. Having both of us inside of her was already making her tighter than usual. The moment that Emma came, crying out her pleasure to the heaven (or, at least, to the neighbors in the apartment above mine), my clone and I both pushed inside of her as deep as we could before we exploded, filling her up with our warm seed.\n\n\nWe all collapsed to the ground in a sweaty, breathless mess. To exhausted to properly clean up, we merely pulled the pillows off of my couch and lay on the ground in a tangled heap.\n\n\n“Thank you, John,” she murmured, kissing one of us and then the other. “I loved my gift.”\n\n\n\n\nI didn’t get to see Emma again until a few weeks later. I blinked in surprise as I entered my apartment to find Emma dressed up in her Hogwarts robes reading a book on my couch.\n\n\n“Oh, professor! I’m not too early, for our meeting, am I?” she smiled, obviously in her Hermione persona. It made me grin, but then my smile faltered.\n\n\n“Oh, *bonjour, mon cher* !” Emma chirped, emerging from the kitchen dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.\n\n\n“Hey, John,” I heard a third Emma say from behind me. “I have a surprise for you…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A recently promoted Cupid is bored, and it’s the humans’ election season. What mischief can he cause among the world’s leaders?
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"content": "Cupid wants to fuck shit up, \nSo grabbing bow to shoot 'em up \nCupid went to spread love, lust and sex, \nTo change elections, to make perplex. \nThe first arrow hit, the second too, \nThe third and fourth also pierced true, \nThe fifth missed, but failed to hit, \nBut Cupid actually planned for it. \n\n****\n\nThe first one was the Militant \nAdmonishing a guy in his command. \nA thought: \"I'm not gay, but \n\"Could really go for a nice rut...\" \nThe Militant started flirting clearly \nto the soldier, who understood merely \nto drop his pants for the one in charge, \nHis butt so tight, his cock so large. \nThe militant's mouth did water great, \nknew that this would get him laid, \nBent over for the pantless boy, \nTold him: \"Come now, don't be coy.\" \nThe confused guy pushed his dick inside, \nThe Militant took the shaft in stride, \nAnd spoke of love, of promotions here, \nfor the cute soldier he holds dear. \nThe soldier, grunts in need, \nShoots a torrent of his seed. \nThe Militant sqeals, begs him to stay, \nbut reminds him: \"We aren't gay.\"\n\n***\n\nThe second arrow hits a man, \nwho praises chastity in his plan, \nwho praises families, of three or more, \nCupid has something for him in store. \nThe third hits a gal in pole position \nTo win the election against opposition, \nThe two were stuck in a tv show, \nBoth felt sings of true love grow. \nBoth hide their feelings in the duel, \nTo throw the party under would be cruel, \nInstead, their discussion turns to bicker, \nBut neither's flame of love does flicker. \nAfter the duel, they meet alone, \nat night, when everybody else is home. \nThe two look for just a moment, shy,\nBefore they rush, and gal fucks guy.\nThe two are loving, young and wild, \nHe pumps loads, she bears his child.\nThough the two don't know that yet,\nThis wasn't a one-night, this will advance. \n\n***\n\nThe fourth shot hits an honest priest, \nwho falls in love with a nun, that biest. \nShe isn't hit by an arrow, though. \nSo he forces he, makes her blow. \nHe grows ruthless, blocks her escape, \nAs she submits, crying, to his rape. \nShe suffers and cries, too much for him, \nAs he grasps tight, her sight grows dim. \nHer life taken by his hard grip, \nHe don't mind, he starts to strip\nHer breath now stops, her body chills.\nHer clothes rip, her bosom spills.\nHer body, cold and unprepared, \nAils and breaks and wounds are bared. \nHe comes inside, desiring less, \nStill in love, but in distress,\nHe hides her body in his bed, \nkeeps her close, the nun that's dead. \n\n***\n\nThe newsmen act surprised all, \nAs candidates now, one by one, do fall. \nThe newfound couple that leaves the race \nDesiring love, abandon their ways. \nThe Priest-Murder jailed for his display, \nThe Militant turns from anti-gay to gay. \nEveryone stops trying to get elected, \nand plans of treason get's detected. \nA forceful government of experts is started, \nAnd love arrows make this choice half-hearted, \nAs people get elected and fall to lust, \nwith nobody but their love to trust. \nPeople decide to let love run things, \nAs cupid works, another arrow flings, \nChaos done by copulation, \nand suprisingly, no world domination."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bi-Curious college girl uses her nerdy roomie's PC, and discovers she publishes raunchy MM and FF Erotica.
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"content": "(Part 1)\n\n*\"Mrs. Sherman lowered her head between Paulines thighs. Her lips softly kiss her wet pussy. Paulines body shivered in pleasure as her teachers tongue traced her lips...\"*\n\nCheryl read with a huge smile. She didn't know her roomie wrote that kind of stuff. \n\n\"Maybe I should take this creative writing class too...\"\n\nShe leaned forward continuing to read.\n\n*...moans flew from Pauline as Mrs. Sherman pulled her in closer, moving her tongue all over her soaked pussy. \n\n\"You're so fucking soaked Pauline. \"\n\nShe buried her face in Paulines thighs again. The quiet bookworm had to fight to keep her moans quiet. One loud moan escaped when Mrs. Shermans fingers suddenly slid into her hole...\n\n\"Oh fuck...\"*\n\nCheryl herself was soaked reading her friends story. She didn't Eugene hear the door open, or Frankie taking her shoes and coat off, walking up behind Cheryl. She tapped on her roomies shoulder and Cheryl practically launched out of her seat. \n\n\"Frankie I'm so sorry. I was looking for some notes and-and I clicked the wrong thing and I...my curiosity...\"\n\nFrankie smirked and didn't respond, plucking a book format he nearby book shelf.\n\n\"Frankie.\"\n\n\"You didn't even start at Chapter One. \"\n\n\"N-no...you don't mind?\"\n\nFrankie bobbed her head before shrugging. She pulled up the first chapter of her story and invited Cheryl to sit back down. She slowly sat down as Frankie plopped on the couch opening her book. \n\nCheryl looked back at her roomie and wondered why she wanted her to read it at all, let alone at the beginning. She slowly turned back to the computer and started to read...\n\n*Pauline, a quiet bookworm with dyed purple hair cut into a bob and a tight yet somehow curvy body with perfect perky tits...\"\n\nCheryl blushed deep, her mouth hanging open...\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Virgin geek visits a nudist resort
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"content": "If it's okay I'm gonna switch up the prompt a little bit and do a girl with a different story.\n\nAs I pulled into the parking lot, I had second guesses about going here, I mean, what if someone from university saw me here? I get out of my car, and retrieve my bathroom bag from the trunk of my car. It's funny how much of our luggage is clothes.\n\nI walk in and walk up to the front desk, a quite beautiful girl is sitting behind it, clothed.\n\n\"Hello, welcome to *Au Naturale* do you have a reservation?\" \n\n\"Yeah, it should be room 167 under Bisen.\"\n\n\"Yep, here you are, here's your room key, enjoy your stay.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\nI walk away, and hurry to my room, a cheap one, but what can I say, college is expensive. \n\nAfter I remove my clothing I look myself in the mirror, my brown hair looks nice in a pixie cut, and my tits don't look half bad for a change.\n\nI walk out, ready to soak up some rays. \n\nI go out to the beach, and spend the afternoon getting tanned, before going to a bar for dinner. I get some buffalo wings and sit at the bar. \n\nThe employees of the resort, including the bartenders, are all clothed, but none of the women I could see were wearing bras, and I even saw a janitor's pussy as she bent over in a skirt.\n\nA man sits down at the seat next to me, his penis hangs off the front of the stool, it's circumsized and is about 4 inches long. I've never seen one up close before. I quickly look away before I'm caught staring, that's frowned upon here. \n\nShit, I'm starting to get wet. Stupid sexy penis.\n\nI decide to ditch the bar and go to the pool. One of the activities there is a game of water polo. The water isn't deep enough to have to tread, and nobody minds because we're all having fun here. \n\nI hop in and find quickly it's a guys vs girls thing. Not being too good at sports myself, I hang off to the side and rarely get the ball. One time I do, and I have a chance to move with it. I start running, which is more like a march in the water, until someone grabs under my arm at the ball, I feel something hard run up against my backside and a forearm brushes against my boob. Surprised, I lose control of the ball and a defender in front of my grabs it and quickly throws it up court, I turn around to see a 5'10\" man behind me, his biceps and pecs glistening with water, and he says \"sorry about that\"\n\nSo I respond, like a complete idiot, \"so you're here to hide your horniness too?\" \n\nHis expression tells me all I need to know. We talked through out the game, where I learned this was his first time here as well, and his name was Connor. When the game ended, we decided to go to his room and chill. We get back to his room and sit down. \"I'm really sorry about that\" he says \"I don't know what came over me.\" \n\n\"That's alright,\" I responded, \"I went to the pool because I was so wet after seeing this one guy's penis, I've never seen one up close before.\" \n\n\"You're a virgin?\" Connor asked, \n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, \"not meeting his gaze\"\n\n\"I am too.\" He said, with his eyes traveling up and down my body. \"How about we change that?\" And he got up from his seat and picked me up from the chair, and carried me over his shoulder to the bed, where he laid me down and asked \"this is kinda awkward, but do you have a condom?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" I responded, \"but I'm on the pill.\"\n\n\"All right.\" Connor said as he sat on the bed \"what position do you want to do?\"\n\n\"Don't we need, like, foreplay?\" I asked, unsure if that was a thing\n\n\"Sure\" he said as he knelt on my chest and played with my breasts\n\nI took my hand and touched his uncircumcised penis, and pulled the foreskin back, inspecting it, while stroking it a little bit.\n\nAfter a few minutes, he moved back and took his penis in his hand.\n\n\"Ready?\" He asked nervously.\n\n\"Yes\" \n\nHe put it in and started slowly moving his hips back and forth, moving his penis around inside me, letting out a low moan. I moaned as well, and moved a little closer, hooking my legs around him and propping myself up on my elbows. After a minute, he said, \"Lets try something else.\" And pulled out, he didn't see the blood on his penis, and I didn't care. All I wanted, was him inside me, he stood next to the bed and dragged me until my legs were off, straddling him, and he put it in again. He thruster in and it felt different, better in a way, and I moaned, \"Right there, keep doing that.\" He picked up the pace and within a minute, I screamed \"I'm coming\" and felt my vagina tighten around his amazing penis, as I squirted liquid. He pounded me even harder until he let out a great moan and ejaculated his sperm inside me.\n\nAfter a shower, we were back out, and I said, \"Connor, I NEED you inside of me again.\" He bent me over the bed, and started to stroke his penis, after what seemed like ages, he stuck it in my butt, and I let out a yelp. He pounded my ass hard, and while it hurt, it also felt euphoric.\n\nEventually, he came in me again and then turned me over, and picked me up, with the semen leaking out of my asshole, and he told me to keep my arms around his neck. He grabbed my ass and bought me onto his penis, drawing me in and out, letting me feel every inch of his penis inside me.\n\nI leaned in and kissed him passionately, his lips on mine, and my other lips on his penis. After we both came and showered up, we went to sleep, ready to resume it in the morning. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a society where status is determined by libido
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"content": "The low-libidos, we call them, those are the ones who make little to nothing, the low-lifes, so to speak. Their population takes the cake when it comes to murder, theft, and the more heinous of crimes. The sensualists, they're the rich ones. It's the basic function of man that makes him most powerful, and without it, he's just nothing. Why, *nothing at all*!\n\nHow sad it must be to be a low-libido, forever falling down the ladder, never to score the hedons of a sensualist, rich with pleasure of all kinds. If you were a sensualist *and* a sex worker, that practically made you a god. Just last week, there was another uprising of low-libidos in Utah, running the streets with Moltov cocktails, foaming at the mouth, brandishing angry picket signs that read the most awful of anti-sensualist propaganda.\n\nSome sensualists fought back, at least the ones unwilling to lose their country and its values. There were even nuns in the streets, carrying large crosses and condemning the sensualist way. One of them was plowed down by a Mercedes in Salt Lake City. The low-libidos are the most dangerous of the deranged, and not one sensualist tear was shed over that nun. The madness would be quelled one election at a time.\n\nThey're angry, they're mad, all touched in the head. It didn't stop the country's twentieth legal prostitution zone from opening in a largely Mormon area."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hypnotize a girl(s) to serve you
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"content": "His thesis had been ground breaking, the use of a combination of visual audio and olfactory cue to trigger suggestive hypnosis, he'd used it to prove that his device could trigger the body to \"rewire\" itself. He was applauded and then promptly shut down, away, nobody wanted to support such a dangerous tool\n\nFive years later as he neared the end of his 20s he worked tirelessly trying to perfect the device, diverting so many of his funds towards it. To help he hired interns, paid terrible money, told them lies galore, his latest Alyssa was a brilliant college student that needed the money he grudgingly paid. She was petite, geeky, always wearing formless oversized hoodies, short blonde hair, minimal makeup. He didn't even know if her body underneath was good looking, just that she was a little thing and intelligent beyond measure sometimes.\n\nHis work was breaking through, if he combined some of the artificial pheromones he'd developed with the device and used an oscillating band of sensory output he had some effect. He just wasn't sure what, the rats he used for testing weren't accurate enough. So he tested it on Alyssa. She didn't know, didn't feel anything, or even show any symptoms. He monitored closely the whole time and... nothing. Frustrated, he sent her home.\n\nA few days later at his next slot with her he walked into the lab to find, something else, her short hair and petite stature was familiar but the clothes, weren't, stockings under a short skirt, a top that laced across the front exposing a large amount of skin. Her breasts were full, impossibly perky, her hips flared. She screamed seductress. As he steps toward her he frowns, \"Alyssa\" she looked at him, smiling. \"Professor\" she purred, \"I'm glad to see you\" she hurrys up to him and wraps her arms around him, \"I've been meaning to thank you\" the presses herself against him harder. \"I can't think of a way though\" her face smirking. \"Except, maybe\" she brushes against him and a small hand strokes his trousers, strokes his crotch. With no warning the hand is suddenly sliding down his pants, \"maybe this would work\".\n\n\"Alyssa, have you been feeling strange?\" he does nothing to stop her, nor slow her as she unzips his pants, \"a little, I've been even hornier than usual\" she replies, \"I can't stop myself, yesterday I ended up fucking my neighbour and his son but really, I've been dreaming of you\". The professor tucked that away for future use before thoughts were lost as Alyssa took his cock into her mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Superman, unable to have sex with any female on Earth due to his superhuman abilities, secretly grows lonely. Luckily, a woman capable of handling him finally shows up.
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"content": "Part 1\n\n* * *\n\nIt was a rainy night at the Fortress of Solitude. The rain beat furiously against majestic glass spires, but only a faint whisper of the storm reached the battered leather couch where the Man of Steel sprawled, snoring fitfully amidst a heap of Jughead comics and empty root beers. Even in sleep, he looked dejected.\n\nFar overhead, a lithe figure dangled from a zipline. She fumbled beneath her leotard, extricating a small, gift-wrapped package from between her boobs. She turned it over in her hands, smiling, then let it fall. She watched raptly as it streaked downward to plunk Superman right on the head. Groggily, he opened his eyes.\n\n\"Surprise!\" crowed Harley Quinn. \"[Gold Kryptonite](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite#Forms:_colors_and_effects), motherfucker!\"\n\nSuperman made no response, for he was already unconscious.\n\n* * *\n\nClark awakened to find himself on the stage of an abandoned theater. The building was dark, save for a blinding spotlight full in his face. He blinked. His first realization was that his root beer was gone. His second realization was that he was tied to a chair and his superpowers didn't seem to be working.\n\nNearby, Harley tampered with a dangerous and complicated looking machine.\n\n\"Do you realize what you've done,\" Clark rasped through a dry throat. His voice rose. \"Without my powers, this planet is defenseless! You've doomed us all!\"\n\n\"Oh shut it,\" snapped Harley. \"You ruined my joke, you awful boy. Passing out before the punchline.\" She pulled a huge lever on the machine and something began to bubble menacingly deep inside.\n\n\"What. Joke.\" grated Clark. He realized belatedly that while this might have sounded commanding coming from Superman, it just sounded petulant coming from his cracked lips. This was going to take some getting used to.\n\nHarley crooked an eyebrow at him. She pulled a carafe from the machine, took a sip of some vile-looking dark liquid. She didn't use a glass. \"Really, you haven't figured it out by now?\" She licked her lips.\n\nClark realized he had been thinking of doing something very different with those lips. His tights were suddenly uncomfortably tight. Damn Kryptonian hormones. He flushed, lowered his eyes, then he saw it, sitting near his feet. A small package in Justice League wrapping paper, neatly unwrapped to reveal a glowing red rock.\n\n[Red...](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite#Forms:_colors_and_effects)\n\nHe looked up, straight into Harley's deaths-head grin, now disturbingly close to his face. \"Ya, big boy. Your powers aren't exactly gone. Just, shall we say... redirected. We're gonna take a walk on the wild side, you and me.\" He didn't ask, but she continued, leisurely turning to walk a circle around him. Her hand trailed lazily across his muscular shoulders. Her leotard concealed absolutely nothing. He was somewhat alarmed to notice his eyes following her.\n\n\"Earlier I freebased some veeeeery interesting DNA\", she giggled. \"It seems to have taken root. Poison tells me it came from some bitch called She-Hulk. By now, I should already have her strength. I just can't waaaaait to try it out... once I finish drinking this witches' brew, that is\". She pulled the carafe from the machine for another sip, then threw it to shatter against the wall. Instead, it left a carafe-shaped hole.\n\n\"My allies will stop this,\" said Clark confidently. \"Batman...\"\n\n\"On honeymoon with Catwoman,\" interrupted Harley from somewhere behind him.\n\n\"Wonder Woman...\"\n\n\"Busy shooting a movie. Don't you watch the news?\" She came up alongside him and draped herself across his lap. Her lips brushed against his neck and her voice came as a whisper. \"And do I have some news for you, Boy Scout. You now find me the most irresistable woman in the universe.\"\n\nWorst part was, he actually did. Opposites attract. But he wasn't about to let on. \"You underestimate me, Miss Quinn. As a Kryptonian I'm immune to Poison Ivy's little love potions, no matter how many you drink.\"\n\nShe laughed then, a dangerous laugh that rippled through her body and chilled him to the bone. \"You poor fool, Clark. I had no idea you were *that* into me. Love potion? You've never seen an espresso machine?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] You are a game warrior in the game grid of the original 1982 TRON film. After a long session of disc battling and lightcycles, you and your opponent want to have some intense one-on-one "2 player" action.
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"content": "With a crackle of energy, Io hurled a disc at his opponent, and whirled around to throw another one. Sweat trickled down his face, but he kept his eyes on Crash's lithe form as she twisted to avoid his throws. She sidestepped to the left, perilously close to the edge of her ring now. If he could get her to take one more step...\n\nWait, was she laughing?\n\nToo late, Io glimpsed something bright, streaking towards him. It slammed into his chest and blasted him off his feet. The crowd roared as he sailed into the abyss. He hurtled towards the memory fence, nanometers below. As he passed through it, his body derezzed into a million glowing pieces...\n\n...to reappear a moment later somewhere else. His vision was filled with angles and curves, intricate lines and tracework that moved sensually against itself. As his eyes focused, he slowly realized that he'd regained consciousness to the sight of Crash's spandex-clad ass as she took her place on the podium. Well, he could think of worse ways to wake up.\n\nHe was propped against the wall behind the podium. He clambered to his feet, to scattered applause, but most of the crowd's attention was elsewhere. Still, this was enough for Crash to notice; she looked back at him and waved him toward the runner's-up spot.\n\n\"You did a good job out there, rookie\" she said. \"But not good enough\".\n\n\"Rookie?\" said Io, taking his place beside her. \"C'mon Crash, we've been sparring since the MCP days. But you were *great* out there today. New training regimen?\"\n\nCrash cast a wary eye towards the crowd. The emcee still had their attention. She leaned in to whisper to him. \"Next cycle, come to the War Memorial. Maybe you'll find out.\"\n\nThe spotlights came up and for the moment, that was that.\n\n* * *\n\nAnd so, at the start of a new timeslice, Io found himself stepping into one of the most unusual places a program could go; the shattered ruin that had once been the seat of the MCP's power. The place still thrummed with energy, echoes of the countless programmer-hours that had been sapped from the unfortunates who'd been disassembled here. Still, most of its menace had dissolved along with the MCP itself; time had quite visibly been at work on its weathered surfaces (now going over to bit-rot), and its deadly walls were now dark and silent.\n\nExcept one.\n\n\"Crash?\" blurted Io as he hurried closer. It was definitely her. She was glowing with more energy than he'd ever seen. He'd heard crazy stories of programs snatching bits of knowledge from this place. Crash had clearly gone beyond that. She must be soaking up all the spare cycles this side of Flynn's arcade. But no program could take that much power, not for long at least; he had to get her out of there before she went unstable. He was just a few steps away now, as her inward gaze snapped back into focus and her expression turned to alarm.\n\n\"Io, wait, you'll be --\"\n\nHe hadn't noticed the force that pulled at him more strongly with each step, until it swept him off his feet and pulled him against Crash.\n\n\"!!!\" she said. But she needn't have. He understood everything now; he'd seen it all. He'd designed the grid, the MCP, everything. Or at least his predecessors had, and their uploaded memories were now swirling in his head. So, of course he understood how this place worked: that free energy held an innate physical attraction for programs, and the attraction scaled increased quadratically as the quantity of energy increased. More practically, he was now stuck to Crash by an irresistable physical force, clinging to her like a drowning man. He tried to pull away a finger. Nope.\n\nIdly, Crash adjusted them into a slightly more comfortable position. A million hours of experience roiled in her head. She felt the overwhelming desire to share this knowledge, craved another presence to help her sort through it. Her hands rested on Io's chest as she looked into his eyes.\n\nWordlessly, he accepted her.\n\n* * *"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you cheat, never sex, but you've sucked A lot of dick, and you always swallow. Come clean to your man about it
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"content": "*Part 1 of 2*\n\nI climb into bed next to my horny boyfriend. His dick is already hard, as I've been teasing him all day.\n\n\"Tonight I thought we might try something new,\" I say, reaching over and gently running my fingers over his boner.\n\n\"What did you have in mind?\"\n\n\"Roleplaying.\" That's a lie - I'm really trying to break to him gently who I really am. \"How about I roleplay as an oral cumslut?\"\n\n\"Aren't you already my oral cumslut?\" he points out.\n\nHe's right: I go down on him anytime he wants. He doesn't even have to say a word anymore, he just gives me a secret signal and I go down, even if we're in a risky public place.\n\n\"I'm *your* oral cumslut,\" I clarify. \"My character is a *promiscuous* oral cumslut, and I'm going to confess about all the guys I've sucked off behind your back.\"\n\nHis dick gives a little jolt in my hand. Good, he's turned on by the idea.\n\n“Before I met you, I used to suck off any guy who wanted it,” I begin, wrapping my hand around his dick and starting to jerk it. “Whenever I had to reject a guy romantically, I would let him down gently with a pity blowjob. I even did blowbangs in college. There’s probably video of it out there on some pornsite somewhere. I kept blowing other guys regularly when we were just starting to date.\n\n“When I started seriously dating you, I really did try to settle down and be exclusive. For a while, anyway. By then we were in a different town from all the college guys so they weren’t a temptation. But then at Heather’s wedding reception, Heather told me that now she was married she would no longer be giving blowjobs. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Later I got her new husband alone and told him what Heather had said. The poor guy was so upset.\n\n“I felt so sorry for him, I went down on my knees right there, pulled out his dick, and stuck it in my mouth. It improved his mood a lot, so I sucked him until he shot his load down my throat. I even let him film it on his phone camera, so that too could be somewhere online. Since then I’ve been blowing him whenever I see him. Can you forgive me for that?”\n\n“Of course, babe,” says my boyfriend. “You helped out a friend in need. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever stopped blowing me.”\n\n“Anyway, once I’d fallen off the wagon it was easy to do it again. In my defense it was another special occasion. Remember at Jack’s 18th birthday party, how when he blew out the candles and we asked him what he’d wished for, he said he’d wished for a blowjob? You were all so shocked! But I couldn’t resist winking at him and suggestively eating my drumstick. Later when all the other guests had left, I granted him his wish. His young dick came like a fountain all over my face, and I scooped it all into my mouth so I could swallow it. He said it was the best day of his life! That one was just a one-off, since I haven’t seen Jack since then. Can you forgive that too?”\n\nMy boyfriend laughs. “I can’t begrudge a horny teenage boy for getting a birthday blowjob.”\n\n“The third time was a kind of occasion too: it was at the pool party we got to go to when you won that award at work. You might remember your male colleagues rather liked seeing me in my bathing suit. I noticed Pete was getting a huge erection in his Speedos, and I couldn’t let him embarrass himself like that in front of you all. So we snuck away to a changing room and I… relieved him. His was one of the biggest dicks I’ve had, and he stuffed it all the way down my throat. I had to make him cum twice before it would finally go down. You understand, don’t you?”\n\n“Sure, having a boner in public can be very awkward. Darling, if you want to convince me you’re a real cumslut you’re gonna have to do better than this.”\n\nI feel encouraged by the way he’s talking, even though he thinks it’s all hypothetical. I increase the speed of my hand on his dick.\n\n“Over time I’ve needed less and less of an excuse,” I confess. “Remember that day last summer that the internet was down and we visited our next-door neighbours? Not long after Howard’s wife caught him watching porn? Anyway, I made a playful jibe to Howard about how he wouldn’t be able to watch porn that day. He said just looking at me in my dress was better than porn and… I couldn’t resist offering to show him more, so we sneaked away and I undressed and blew him. He loved it, said his wife never does it, so now I blow him most days as well.”\n\n“Yeah, Howard is a total perv, he’d love to get his cock in your mouth,” says my boyfriend.\n\n“Another day I accidentally walked in on my friend Brianna in the bath.”\n\n“Your female friend?” he says in puzzlement.\n\n“Well, it turns out she, uh, used to be a he. And she has a cock, a cock that grew as she looked at me. It was obvious she wanted me. And I figured, well, this is my only chance to find out what it’s like to blow a tranny. So I did.”\n\n“What was it like?”\n\n“Different, in a really fun way,” I reply. \"Now I do her whenever I see her too.\"\n\n*Continued below*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU]In the Toy Story universe, an unfortunate group of 3 figurines have been submitted to /r/cummingonfigurines. Their owner has left for the weekend and forgot to clean them off, and they can't clean themselves up to avoid suspicion. How do they spend their weekend?
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have drawn the iré of Lilith, Queen of the succubi.
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"content": "“What was that, you little wench?”\n\nA cold chill ran down Abigail’s spine. They were just jesting before, the idea that she was Caleb’s Eve and his ex Diana was his ‘Lilith’. Sure, Abigail was a practicing summoner, and believed a little bit about tales regarding the supposed ‘Queen of the Succubi’, but…\n\n“Abi, is that who I think it is?”\n\nFinding the courage to look behind herself, Abi saw a purple skinned, bat-winged, forked tail naked woman standing before them, her white glistening hair moving in the air like it had a will of its own. This succubus was looking none too pleased, glaring at the two as Abigail sheepishly continued bouncing up and down on her boyfriend. Even though she could feel him softening with fear.\n\n“If you’re assuming that I am Lilith, the Dark Queen, then yes mortal. I am her.”\n\n“We meant no disrespect, your majesty!”\n\n“Clearly…”\n\n“It was a little joke. I wasn’t thinking!”\n\n“Men tend not to, with all that blood rushing to their preferred head. You there, Abigail. You presume yourself a better source of pleasure than this Diana?”\n\n“…I mean, it’s me here on top, isn’t it?”\n\nThat weakling Adam rejected me for desiring a position above. Yet here this ignorant fool is, mocking me while taking a position I fought to make possible.\n\n“So his attention boosts your ego? Why don’t we test a man’s commitment and taste then?”\n\nWith a snap of her fingers, a column of smoke erupted next to her. When it disappeared, a naked and confused Diana stood there, covering herself up quickly in shock.\n\n“What the fuck?!”\n\nUpon seeing Abigail on top of Caleb, the young woman flew into a rage.\n\n“You?! He fucking left me for a little trollop like you?!”\n\nLilith made herself comfortable on one of the room’s love seats, leaning back as she snapped her fingers repeatedly.\n\nSeveral more columns of smoke formed, each one dissipating to reveal a different friend of the couple. Pointing at the last male friend to appear…\n\n“You. You’re name is Vincent, correct?”\n\n“Y-yeah. What’s going on?”\n\nSomewhat ignoring his question, the succubus queen pointed in the still shouting Diana’s direction.\n\n“Does this girl’s form please you?”\n\nUpon seeing the naked, angry girl quiver in fury, causing her rounder attributes to shake, Vincent could help the growing erection his naked form made no secret of. Smiling a little at his body’s honesty, Lilith set her punishment in motion.\n\n“Very well. Then you shall be my tool in a little…game.”\n\nPointing her finger like a gun, Lilith tagged Vincent, Caleb, Abigail and Diana with a special magical mark. They all rose in the air, Abigail disconnecting from Caleb do to this, and were repositioned against their will side by side. The girls were on all fours, their rears up and presented to the young men behind them. Caleb was once again partnered with Abigail, while Diana found an eager but confused Vincent red and protruding behind her. \n\nAll four of them were facing Lilith, as well as the seven other friends still there, naked and chained down onto other couches and love seats. The young men among them were either already aroused or growing at the moment, while the two young women amongst them tried crossing their legs to hide their already dripping pussies. \n\n“This little Abigail, alongside her lover Caleb, made the ridiculous claim that she was a better lay than I, Lilith! And by extension, dismissing this young Diana as not worthy of attention. Naturally, this lie is to be challenged. So we’ll have a little sport to decide it.”\n\nBlue Ribbons magically appeared and tied themselves around each of the spectating men’s now fully risen cocks, while the young women saw glass dildos floating before them, knocking on the entrances of their vaginas.\n\n“Those two young men while perform before us. Regardless of your desire to be polite, you seven will be forced to react towards the couple that turns you on the most. The ribbons will force you boys to climax all over the girl that you desire more, while the dildos will simulate the movements of the man you girls want inside you more. Let us see if this Abigail is as attractive as she claims.”\n\nEver so briefly the two boys seemed to protest against fucking on command, as did Abigail at the thought of having anything to prove. However, the marks on their chests shined viciously, and Caleb alongside Vincent found themselves lining up and entering their partners without any control or say in the matter. Abigail gasped a little and flushed red with anger, but let it go eventually and rocked back. She was determined to shut up this queen one way or another.\n\nDiana meanwhile welcomed the attention, finding Vincent’s shape wider and more filling than Caleb’s ever was. Opening her eyes from the bliss and seeing her audience, she noted that Alex seemed to actually try to masturbate manually to the show. Locking eyes with him, Diana licked her lips, causing the boy to proceed faster. The two others next to him followed suit, leaving only two young men focusing their lustful attentions on Abigail.\n\nBetween the two, Abigail’s breasts were larger, so the swinging motions caused by her being doggystyle’d were more alluring than what Diana’s modest pair could achieve. Still, Diana’s whole body seemed to rock with each thrust from Vincent, and a little trickle of cum could be seen sliding down her leg the longer they went.\n\nDorothy and Anna, the girls finding themselves screwed as if by ghost lovers, were trying their best to not call any attention to themselves. While slightly infuriating to have Abigail or Diana stealing all the lustful gazes of the guys, they were nowhere near ready to have any of them peak at their trimmed womanhoods. For whatever reason, Lilith had chosen to leave their school skirts on, as if to make their situation more erotic with a forced up-skirt view of them.\n\nAnna was trying not to notice how nicely Vincent looked with sweat running down his decent body, but the dildo wouldn’t allow her to lie to herself. Dorothy meanwhile was truly neutral, in that at one moment she was fantasizing about Caleb taking her, only for her eyes to return to Vincent and shift her desires. Her glass dildo alternate speeds due to this, making it harder to determine her “vote”.\n\nWith the competition reaching its end, the blue ribbons removed themselves from the young men’s members, after properly aiming them at the most desired girl. Diana found herself fired upon by 4 separate cocks at once, covering her face and shoulder’s in their white approval. Abigail meanwhile only got one other cock cumming upon her, which she told herself she didn’t care about. Her anger was more honest within her lower half, as she clenched tightly around Caleb, causing him to erupt inside her against his plans. She was greatly startled by this, though could only curse at herself for the result.\n\nDiana meanwhile got a surprising amount of squirting fluids flying in her direction. Anna’s reaction hit her square on the lips, while Dorothy managed to soar her juices right onto Vincent’s chest. This seemed to be enough to set him off, and he two came inside of his partner, though he clasped her while doing so, kissing the back of Diana’s neck as he made sure every last drop went and stayed in. Diana laughed and patted his head in response, pleased by her clear victory.\n\nLilith got up upon this last release, dismissing the items she forced upon the young adults and clearing the fluids from the covered lovers.\n\n“It would appear that even amongst your companions, you’re not as sought out as you claim to be.”\n\n“What do their opinions matter, so long as-”\n\nAbigail found that her voice was gone, as Lilith waved her hand and seemingly silenced her.\n\n“Enough.”\n\nPulling the girl apart from Caleb, she lifted her and flipped her upside down, leaving Abigail’s messy cunt directly in the face of the Succubus Queen. Lapping away at the overflowing cunt, causing squeals of surprise, protest, and pleasure, Lilith finished her tribute meal and tossed the rude little woman onto her lover, knocking them both out as they collided.\n\nTurning to the rest of the terrified room, the towering queen licked her lips and spread her pussy wide. There had been enough spectating for the day.\n\n“The doors of this room are staying locked until I’ve had enough of you cum inside me. Don’t think you girls are off the hook either: I expect your tongues to work just as hard and cleaning and filling me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you bought some sexy, silky, and pricey underwear that promised to "spice things up" with your lover, you never imagined the effects it would have.
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"content": "Kelsey looked at herself in the mirror in the lingerie she bought online. Her boobs had gone from a low B to a high C, her ass was perkier, it was like looking at a funhouse mirror. She heard her fiancée call from downstairs. She quickly threw clothes on and ran downstairs...\n\nAfter dinner the couple made their way back to the bedroom (barely making it up the steps fully clothed. ). Her boyfriend raved about the lingerie and almost didn't seem to notice the changes in her body. Maybe it was all in Kelsey's head. No matter, the lingerie did it's job. \n\nThe two made love like they just hooked up for the first time. All the magic and mystery of a new lover came flooding back. It was amazing. \n\nKelsey woke in the early hours of the morning, a sticky feeling in her bush. She sighed and gently fiddled with it with her finger. She looked down and her body was back to normal. She dug through her nightskde table drawer for the order invoice. She had to know more about the site she bought it from...right after she tends to her fiancée whose fingers trace her pussy almost aimlessly. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] - A Brother and Sister Make a Bet: Who Can Get Their Mom in Bed First?
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"content": "\"Fuck, sis, just look at that ass,\" Adrian said with his cock in his hand. \n\nHis sister moaned in agreement as she played with her clit. Brittany was sprawled out next to him on the sofa, completely naked. The family's vacation video was playing on the tv. The camera showed a crystal clear ocean and then panned over to their mom who was walking along the white beach wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. Britany let out another moan and Adrian gripped his dick tighter. Mom's legs were tanned and you could tell from the firmness of her calves that she used to bike to work. And she had a mean walk. Her ass rode high and shifted with every stride in rhythm with her swaying curls of amber hair . She might as well have been naked because her butt-cheeks completely swallowed up the bikini string. \n\n\"Oh god here it comes,\" Brittany said. \"Now.\" \n\nThey had watched this video so many times together and this was easily the best part. Mom spotted something on the beach and bent over, without bending her legs, to pick it up. Her ass seemed to expand and the soft mound of her pussy, covered only by a thin piece of yellow fabric came into view. Adrian beat his meat even harder and he could hear the slopping sound of Brittany jamming fingers into herself. \n\n\"Imagine sticking your dick into that ass,\" Adriand said.\n\n\"Or your tongue.\" Brittany licked her lips. \"I bet she tastes amazing all over.\"\n\n\"I don't think mom is into women sis,\" Adrian said. \"No use dreaming.\"\n\n\"She checks me out regularly at least.\" Brittany grinned.\n\n\"That so?`\" Adrian stood up and turned the tv off. His erect dick swaying before his beloved sister. \n\n\"Yeah, I could have her eat my pussy this very evening if I wanted to.\" Brittany got up from the sofa. She bundled up her dark hair into a bun on the top of her head but left enough on either side to hang down to her pale shoulders. \n\n\"That sounds like a challenge to me.\" Adrian walked closer to her.\n\n\"Let's make a bet out of it.\" Brittany walked up close to him, as close as she could without having his erect dick poking her belly. Brittany had the most wonderful little tiny waist. \"Whoever makes mom cum first wins.\"\n\n\"And the winner get's free oral for a month,\" Adam said.\n\n\"You'll be sorry you came up with that.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI]A Monster huntress makes a feline alliance
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Write-slutting for fun and (no real) profit
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"content": "In a futuristic world where most work is automatized and money has been replaced by virtual social points (which can be earned through exercise and redundant, menial tasks), a woman with an experimental version of the points collection device notices she gets a small amount of free points every time someone she touches is sexually aroused - and a day's worth of free points every time she causes an orgasm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: New Experiences
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"content": "Being alone in a girl bar for the first time was either going to be amazing or miserable.\n\nAware of peoples reaction to me, I deglam to be approachable.\n\nThis sometimes works but isnt working tonight as I am just studied as usual. \n\nUntil Mia walks in; a blonde hair, blue eyed version of me with boobs.\n\nShe introduces herself breaking the instant silence in the bathroom I had created ten minutes ago.\n \nA dancer in men's clubs who does FHM covers and occasional porn.\n\nBefore I can do the same, she jams her phone in my face, pleads for pics and asks me to meet her agent.\n\nMia is just another chameleon recruiter, which surprises me but also doesnt. \n\nSmiling, I admire her honesty for not wasting my time, take her details and promise her nothing.\n\nDisappointed but too attracted to care, I let her lead me by the hand into the empty disability cubicle.\n\nHer kisses are deep, passionate and as aggressive as mine.\n\nBiting her neck, I try hard not to draw blood like I want to.\n\nMy nipples hurt and swell to huge teats from her palm rubbing and pull sucking.\n\nTiny, pink and hard, Mia's are cute on heavy natural D cups I cant keep my hands off and squeeze with envy. \n\nCoated in her thick white cum, my finger tastes even saltier than I just did after grinding all over her mouth.\n\n\"We are going to work well together\" she says as I unlock the door to leave. \n\n\"Totally\" I giggle, knowing I wont ever text or call her.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO has paid an unethical hypnotherapist to program you with sexual triggers while curing your smoking habit. Problem is, they work when *anyone* uses them. What happens when _____ triggers you?
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"content": "A hypnotist? Really? My \"husband\" wanted me to come here to help with my stress? After weeks of pushing, I finally caved. \"Once. I'll go once.\" He replied that it would only take one visit and I'd be cured. What a load of crap that was. Still, to stop his constant nagging, I went. Upon walking in, the place was what you would expect - dim lighting, small water fountains, and new-age soundtracks in the background. There didn't appear to be anyone else in the waiting room. In fact, there didn't appear to be anyone anywhere near here. \n\nI knocked on the window between the back office and the waiting room, looking around and seeing no one. Odd. I could have sworn my appointment was for 12:30 PM. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down. As time went on, I began to feel more and more relaxed. Perhaps the very atmosphere was calming me. I felt like I was on a cloud, floating above all of my problems and worries. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in front of the hypnotist with not a care in the world - much less how I got into this room.\n\n\"Your husband had given me specific instructions. And while I intend to follow them, I always love to add my own twists. After all, I need to make money. Now, Amanda, was it? I am going to program some triggers into your mind. When you are out of this trance and in the real world, these words will create a response within you. Understand?\" He asked calmly, to which I could only manage a nod.\n\n\"When anyone says the word \"mask,\" you will become a slutty bimbo, willing to serve them. You won't think, as you'll be too dumb. Your only goal during that time is to be a whore. The word \"call\" will bring you out of it.\"\n\nHe continued on, each word and command implanting into my mind. Then, he stopped, \"now, while it is fun to have everyone control you, as I said earlier, I need to make money. So, as I always do, I'll sell this trigger to the highest bidder. When whoever that person is says \"Love me, lust me, give in to me\" you will be filled with an uncontrollable passion and love for them. Your life, your husband, everything will fade a way and you will become theirs. There is no snapping out of it.\" \n\nThe next thing I knew, I was walking back to my car, the streetlight being the only illumination I was given. Then, I felt something press against my back - the steel of a gun. It was unmistakable. He demanded that I give him all of my money if I valued my life. \n\n\"Do it, or I'll shoot!\" He commanded.\n\nI froze, my mind drawing a blank. I fell to my knees and turned around, immediately undoing his pants. I pulled out his semi-hard cock and engulfed it in my mouth. He seemed floored by my actions, having never experienced a robbery quite like this before. All I could think of was how much I wanted him to shoot his old into my mouth. I wanted to taste the salty seed they he would give me and I would do anything for it.\n\n(Just testing out my chops. Let me know if you want any more.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Prison
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"content": "\"You Kitty? Don't talk, just nod\"\n\nStanding inside my unlocked corner cell I look at the half naked uniformed guard and nod.\n\n\"Solitary hard enough for you hon?\" she smiles.\n\n\"We all know you like challenges\"\n\nMy swollen left eye twitches as she steps toward me.\n\nI have never seen her before and am now the only conscious girl down here.\n\n\"Don't be shy kitty kat. You know what to do. Word is you're pretty good at it too\"\n\nHer vagina is thick, chubby and sweaty with an gigantic dick clit.\n\nAs she waddles in front of me, I drop to my knees and ten minutes later lick her to orgasm.\n\n\"See kitty, being nice to me isn't hard, is it?\"\n\nThe steel capped heel of her boot has already broke my right cheekbone before I can react to it.\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: May 2018
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"content": "> Featured Unanswered Prompt of the Week:\n>\n> [WP] You usually spend the work day finding ways to secretly jack off to porn. The ungoldly amounts of testosterone left over from your nightly werewolf transformations force you to. Your boss just asked you to work the graveyard shift.\n\nJust so folks know, I've now written and posted an answer to that one.\n\nIf I'm not supposed to put this here, let me know and I'll refrain in future.\n\nEnjoy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Author looking for writing prompt submissions.
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"content": "While visiting your friend in Japan, you both decide to try out a bath house. Things take a turn when it turns out that you need to be nude to use the baths and the baths are unisex.\n\nAlternatively:\n\nYou and a friend/family member win a trip to a resort. However, it turns out that this is a free-use resort where anything goes with the caveat that if a couple are going at it with no interest in finding more partners, they must be left alone..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Lance Fucks A Family
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"content": "Mindi gets mad at her mother and tries to key her car, but gets Riley's instead by accident (same make and model). She's completely unapologetic. Her parents may spoil her and have zero control over their daughter, but Lance and Riley don't plan on following their lead. How does the star couple punish a immature brat? (Would love to read about a hard reality check for Mindi, and would give bonus points if you threw in another character or two in a voyeuristic sense, like looking through the window or hiding in the closet. She/they could join in at some point too, if you were so inclined ;) )"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it is common practice for patents to kick their sons and daughters out with only what they bought with their own money they earned at eighteen. However, due to a downturn in jobs, the minimum working age is now twenty. In short, you are naked and homeless with not a cent to your name.
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"content": "Jane crouched by the side of the road, huddled under the tree, trying to stay out of the rain, but she was still drenched. Her hair was matted against her face and stuck to her body. She hadn’t showered in a week, and her naked body was streaked with grime that was only partially washing off in the downpour.\n\nIt had been just two weeks since her parents had sent her out of the house with nothing but a stupid sequined scarf around her neck. They had been strict in her teenage years: no allowance, and no job allowed. There were several reasons for this. First, money was tight in their house to begin with. But even before the minimum work age was raised to twenty, they had maintained that it was unethical for teenagers to hold part-time jobs, which could go to adults who needed them much more. Jane had been forbidden to seek a job, which meant she earned nothing. And finally, Jane’s mother had always made mysterious comments about how Jane needed to “earn” her adulthood, “like everyone else.”\n\nThe scarf, of course, had been the thing she stupidly bought when her aunt had given her ten precious dollars as a seventeenth birthday present. Jane felt so much older and wiser, a year and two weeks since that purchase. It had long since been bartered for food. Now she was left with nothing, not even a pair of earrings in her empty lobes.\n\nShe honestly didn’t know what to do. The shelters were full. The first week had been sunny and promising, luring her into a false calm as she believed she could easily survive outside. Then the cold wind blew in and her hope was gone. Jane was already sniffling and coughing from the exposure.\n\nShe was barely aware of the car that slowly came down the road, brights turned on. Many cars had passed her by in her time outside, no one giving her a second thought. Naked eighteen-year-old girls were a dime a dozen, after all, and uninteresting to most. So she snapped out of her shivering reverie a bit when the car unexpectedly stopped next to her while she huddled in the muddy ditch.\n\nA man stepped out of the car, carrying an umbrella that he immediately opened over himself to stay dry. He walked over to her and stood in front of her, surveying her.\n\n“You hungry?”\n\n“Y-yes,” Jane said, teeth chattering.\n\n“Stand up and let me have a look at you.”\n\nShe could do nothing but obey at this point. There was nothing else to do. A glimmer of hope ran through her. The man stared at her for a long while, his eyes running up and down her body.\n\n“Tits aren’t big enough, but you could shape up into a nice one yet. Get in the back.” He turned away without a word. The prospect of a warm car was more important to her than anything, so she opened the back door and got in. The back seat was covered in a tarp, but no blankets, towels, or anything else were offered to her as she crawled onto it and lay there in a stupor. She wondered idly about his comment. Her tits weren’t big enough? What did that mean? Jane thought of herself as pretty curvy – on the large side of a D cup. She had soft hips, too, but of course she had lost some weight during her period of forced starvation.\n\nSoon enough, the car pulled into a three-car garage and the door opened slowly. As Jane got out, she saw a number of huge cages set up in the empty part of the garage, as there was only the one car. There was no time to examine this, however, because the man said sharply, “Go inside.”\n\nShe followed obediently, conscious of the mess she was making from her muddy feet as she walked through a spacious, beautiful house on a huge property, far from any other buildings. The man led her down stairs that opened up into an enormous, carpeted den… full of a dozen busty naked women lounging around on couches and cushions and blankets, who looked up and came over to begin fawning over the man and looking at Jane curiously.\n\nThe women all had big breasts and were generally curvy, but not obese – staring at them, Jane realized her tits were the smallest of any, and normally she thought of herself as having big ones.\n\n“Good evening, ladies. I have a new girl for you to start training… she’s at the bottom of the heap, of course. #12, go clean up the horrible mess she tracked in. #10 and #11, give her a shower. I expect you have dinner ready?”\n\n“Of course, Master! Welcome, #13! We have a lot to do to get you looking beautiful, but don’t worry, but you’ll be safe and healthy and warm here with our Master.”\n\n(will write more if encouraged)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college student accidentally attaches her nudes/sextape to an email to her attractive professor instead of her thesis. Looking over the content, he decides that she is the perfect candidate for a guided indepent study, with plenty of scheduled private sessions.
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"content": "Sally stepped nervously into her professor’s office. Yesterday she had completed her thesis on the mating habits of a species of her choice – she had chosen the fruit fly. After she had put the finishing touches on it, she had released the tension via an epic fuck session with her boyfriend, which they had filmed to post online. Then she had emailed her professor, attaching the most recently edited file on her computer. Now he had called her to talk about it.\n\n\"I looked at your, uh, 'thesis',\" said Peter the professor. “It was very… stimulating.”\n\n“Stimulating?” said Sally the student. She had thought her writing was boring. “Well, I did choose the most interesting species I could think of.”\n\n“Yes, I was extremely impressed with your skills,” said Peter. “Others might have questioned your unorthodox approach to the assignment, but I think it was very innovative of you, and you will go far with that spirit. I’m giving you top marks.”\n\n“Wow,” said Sally, wondering what she had done that was so unorthodox and innovative. “Thankyou, Professor.”\n\n“In fact,” said Peter. “I have decided you are the perfect candidate for further independent study guided by me. I am more than happy to schedule plenty of private sessions with you to ensure we can explore every aspect of this topic together.”\n\n“That’s wonderful news!” said Sally.\n\n\"Alright then,\" said the professor. \"How would you like to get started on your new studies right away?\"\n\n\"Um, I'd love to.\"\n\n“Great!” said Peter, standing up, unzipping his fly, and taking out a massive boner. \"I can't wait to fuck your pussy like the guy in that video.\"\n\n\"OH!\" Sally said in sudden understanding. \"Mr X, I think you’re a very attractive man but you've got the wrong end of -\"\n\n\"Oh, you want it up the ass?\"\n\n\"No,\" said Sally. \"I mean...\"\n\n\"Ah, you want it in your mouth, then,” said Peter, walking around to her chair and sticking his dick in her mouth.\n\n“Mmmmm mmmm mmm,” Sally tried to speak as Peter pushed her head onto his dick and thrusted in and out.\n\n“Oooh, yeah Sally, it feels great when you use your vocal cords!”\n\nAt that point, Sally made a decision to just go with it. After all, she wasn’t lying when she said she was attracted to her professor. She started licking his cock all over, then looked up and gazed intensely into her professor’s eyes.\n\n“Oh Sally!” Peter exclaimed in reaction to the greatly intensified pleasure. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever had! Oh, I can’t control myself!”\n\nHis dick suddenly swelled, pulsated, and shot hot jets of cum in Sally’s mouth. She couldn’t contain it all, and it dribbled out down her chin and onto her dress.\n\nEventually Peter finished and withdrew from her mouth, now looking a bit guilty. “I can’t believe we… I… just did that. I, uh, got a bit carried away there. I should check, are you sure you’re okay with this?”\n\nSally hesitated for a moment. Then her cum-covered face broke into a grin. “Yeah. Anytime, Professor.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There are 2 types of Demon. The regular kind that feeds on Mana from Human partners, specifically Mages, and Chaos Demons, who were born from flame and possess either unbridled lust or rage. You've somehow caught the eye of both kinds simultaneously
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"content": "Shelara was bound to the tree by the thorny roots digging into her skin binding her wrists and feet to the great big burned out trunk, all leaves missing around the branches as the whole countryside is burnt out from war. Blue hair flowing in the wind as she whines in pain from the person she thought loved her, the red haired beauty from far away, Leidra the people called her a foreign healer skilled in the arts of the body, every time they spoke Shelara felt so safe and peaceful with her and when they touched and eventually began to kiss she had never felt happier. Now everything has changed, a mere week later Shelara found herself naked tied to this tree, Leidra laughing maniacally while she sucks the mana out of her prey. With one hand squeezing around Shelara's throat and another with a few fingers buried in her anus, Leidra wanted the transfer to be as humiliating as it was uncomfortable despite being able to suck out mana simply by touching her. \"Why are you doing this to me Leidra, I thought you loved me more than anything\" Shelara managed to squeak out between gasps of air. Leidra laughed her crazy laugh and spit right in Shelara's blue eyes before tightening her grip around her neck \"oh please you're the most pathetic little mage I've ever seen, unworthy of the power within you, you won't be needing it any longer!\" With that Leidra pulls her messy fingers out from Shelara's rectum and shoves them right into her mouth. Gagging at the taste Shelara panics but a sinking feeling sets in as she realizes Leidra in fact did just finish draining her of her powers. Leidra pulls her fingers out of Shelara's mouth and gives them a quick lick herself, then turning to look at her with a smug expression she says, \"well I have no use for you anymore but I know some one who does, it's time to meet my brother\". Shelara realizing what that means just screams \"No, no, please\" just as a huge hairless muscular fiery red skin behemoth of a man at least 7ft tall and 300 pounds of pure muscle comes lumbering out of the woods and heads straight to Shelara who is now in hysterics. Pushing his sister away, the angry demon runs up and shoves his abnormally long tongue down Shelara's throat, gagging her as if by a cock. With his hands rapped around her legs he rips her ankles out of the roots, spreading Shelara's legs open with her back still against the tree and her wrists still restrained he positions his huge thick cock right in line with her vagina and gives a mighty thrust with all his might, she screams bloody murder and the monster pounds away vigorously again and again, stretching her flower pedals far more than they were meant to be stretched. Leidra has begun to pleasure her self on the ground next to this sight. Amused I lie back and allow my dark haired slave to pleasure my cock and anus with her tongue while taking in this show that my minions have put on for me, with my abilities I can perceive everything going through my victims mind when I send out my minions to torment magic users who won't swear their allegiance to me, I can enjoy every subtlety of the suffering they feel and it is exquisite. Attracted by my raw arcane power Leidra and her brother simply known as the monster swore their fealty to me, their demonic power being far outmatched by my arcane mastery. Through my scrying stone I see the monster finishing up with Shelara his seed permeating her womb and entire body, it's magical essence too much for her now, it leaks not only out of her vagina but out of her mouth, nose, eyes and ears, seemingly endless pouring out as she appears to be drowning from the inside at the moment. Deeply satisfied I erupt on my slave's freckled face and into her dark hair, shoving her aside I approach the scrying stone and address Leidra \"when that seed is flushed from her system slap a collar on her neck and bring her directly here, she will join our personal harem and you will no longer leech off my mana, this one is powerful enough to sustain you and your brother both once she is back at full power!\" \"I'm going to miss leeching off you boss, you know I love coming to bed with you\" said Leidra. \"You will still occupy my bed when I feel the need for you but you won't have anymore of my mana no matter how little it takes to fully power you it still belongs to me just as you belong to me, you know I can break both of you with no effort\" replied the boss. Leidra sighs and gives a weak smile and says \"it would be an honor\", turning around she looks down at her new prize and licks her lips, excitement returning to her face, her brother panting on the ground beside them. I close the scrying stone's projection as I motion to two new slaves, petite girls with pink hair kept short to begin licking my feet as I lay back on my huge bed, as I begin to dose off I think back to the day's events and quite pleased I think to myself \"It's good to be king\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two cities have long been friendly neighbors, one inhabited by giants, the other a race of tiny beings. A curious person has a new hobby of sexually teasing inhabitants from the other city.
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the box was created, Pandora used it to capture the monsters in the world in fear that they would breed humanity out until only monsters remained. Over centuries it faded into myth, but now the box and its key are in your possession.
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"content": "It had been a suprise, I had been interning at the University for a year or so, when a package had arrived from the research team in South America. The manifest listed \"box and key\" and most of the professors had dismissed it as useless, and put it aside for the .ore interesting finds. They would take a look next week,but until then, it was mine. \n\nWhich is how I found myself sitting in the lab on a Friday night, with a box and a key, wondering what would happen if I opened it.\n\n\"What the hell\" I thought, if it's nothing then so be it, if it's interesting I can use the info to get ahead on the other interns! We were not supposed to touch finds, but no one would know.\n\nI put the key in the lock, and turned. And the box exploded!\n\nDark shapes danced across the walls, flames burst out of the doorways, and the box began to rattle! It was terrfiying! \n\nOut of the lid of the box, a massive snake head slid out, rasising up, and turned to face me. \n\nIt's body seemed purple in the dancing blackflames, and a black \"P\" stood carved in it's forehead. It opened it's maw, and spoke. \n\n(Are you happy so far? Anything in particular you would like to see?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] So is a winner of the May contest going to be declared?
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"content": "As /u/Redhotlipstik mentioned, the result will be announced soon. The last result was also delayed so last month's winner would've had the flair for a very short while if we announced it early. We're going to shift the announcements a little earlier for the next few months until it's back to being announced in the first week of the next month. Sorry for the delay and the lack of communication regarding this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cloud giant falls in love with a human. Neither of them are quite sure how sex will work, but they’re both very determined.
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"content": " ≈≈≈≈≈ Thank you u/theDudeist00 for this amazing prompt and u/gasolinetrain for the cloud porn idea! I hope you don’t mind me using it. Would still love to read your version! Any and all feedback as always appreciated. ≈≈≈≈≈\n\n**CP-JOURNAL NR. 2/2018**\n\n**private & confidential!**\n\n**do not touch!**\n\n–––––––––––––– \n\n**Sunday, July 1st**\n\nSmall Cumulus humilis chasing bigger Cumulus humilis through the blue sky. Dissipation to Cumulus fractus faster than normal → small Cumulus humilis naturally wins, only fractures until the very end. By that time of course, the sky is 80% white, 20% blue → sunlight very prominent → I’m all sweaty, because of the heat, but mainly because of the sheer beauty.\n\nEvening: Isolated Cumulus fractus on the horizon → too slow, got abandoned by the flock. Dissipates further → phallic symbol → crooked teaspoon → lascivious leg → without a foot → only down to the knee → stretches out (diet → societal beauty values) → dissipates too far → gets lost in the setting sun (united with the flock now, finally). I came to the thought of them all having a heated orgy, very satisfying.\n\n**Monday, July 2nd**\n\nDidn’t get much work done → it poured down heavily after lunch. We were soaked when we got back, despite the umbrellas. Thunder, lightning, the usual deal, wrote it all down in my RPJ already (that entry alone took almost 2 hours to write → finding the perfect balance between pleasure and productivity, time-consuming as always!\n\nSo here a little RPJ-CPJ-crossover:\n\n*Windows steamed up a little from the heavy storm, especially around the lower edges right next to me. Steam trapped between the two wooden window-frames, all these little droplets of condensed water, desperate to escape, yet already beginning to dissolve. My eyes transfixed on the hot, steamy glass. My ears lulled to calm, sleepy bliss by the softening raindrops outside. My eyes fixated on nothing, almost closed, when they notice*\n\n*The leaf vibrates, trembling for a second. Green leaf, regular leaf on a twig on a branch on the cherry tree. Others follow, join in, continue their quivering concert, now with me as the most attentive spectator. It’s like an invisible hand plays the piano. Fucking most beautiful thing of the universe. Deep inside my head I know I shouldn’t stare, I should be working, but I can’t. Transfixed by a random leaf, I let my gaze wander to the next green leaf. Trembling leaf → next leaf → leaf shakes → next leaf → leaf gets hit twice in the same fraction of a second by two consecutive raindrops → my heart skips a beat → same leaf doesn’t move for more seconds than usual → unconscious lip biting → leaf vibrates again → onto the next leaf → leaf quavers → the leaves next to this one jitter at the same time → sharp intake of breath → leaves trembling all over, my heart skipping all kinds of beats, leaves trembling all over, green leaves on their twigs on their branches trembling and shaking all over, unpredictable, inevitable.*\n\nThe sky a monochrome tapestry of the grayest gray imaginable. Sunlight not able to shimmer through, no rays piercing the soft velvet cushion (yet). Gives the whole scenery a light but grave feeling, almost dystopian. (Luckily met noone on the way to the bathroom.)\n\n**Tuesday, July 3rd**\n\nWas lucky enough to see the last remainders → Cumulus fractus radiatus almost fully dissipated already, gone within five minutes of my waking up. – There is nothing quite like awaking to the view of dissolving clouds, the morning grains in the eyes washed out by lacrimal fluid (the morning fluff in the sky hushed up by the wind).\n\n**Wednesday, July 4th**\n\nCirrus uncinus duplicatus vertebratus, incestuous as always. Crinkly around the edges, endlessly edging. One plunging into the other, the cusps become wedged together. Two Cirrus uncinus duplicatus vertebratus melting into one, merging and devouring each other in agonizing beauty. The sky looks angry in this light, a very dark shade of blue. (Probably angry arousal.) – Cirrus uncinus drifting away, slowly turning northbound, thinning out the rear ends. (All those pinfeathers poking and shuffling around, it’s like Happy Cloud Carnival, Cirrus uncinus blessedly drifting away.) → Cirrus castellanus remains on the other side, like a long forgotten ribbon, like a frozen arm, ever so longingly stretched out to the lover.\n\nCirrus fibratus in the distance makes my head spin, careless colouring outside of every line imaginable → carpet too thin to walk on, carpet too fuzzy to even lay eyes on. So hot!\n\n**Thursday, July 5th**\n\nVery rare and the most beautiful Stratocumulus fluctus in the evening, was almost too dark already to be spotted. Waves of softness surged against waves of excitement (my own). Perfectly shaped waves → seven of them → **seven** in total → an omen if ever there was one. Curves as if drawn by hand, the whole design stolen right out of the fingertips of Michelangelo. – Softer lines and fluffier cushions, smoother whites have never been perceived. Pure breathtaking awe on my part. The air clearer than ever before, crystal-clear if it ever was.\n\n**Friday, July 6th**\n\nMy dreams were filled with blissful bliss and aching arousal. The waves clashing into me, surrounding me, mounting me, devouring me. So much soft nothingness pressed against my naked skin – why did I have to wake up again? Why not prolong this sexiest of all feelings for eternity? Why get thrown into our boring world again, where almost every important object is of cold, hard, solid matter?\n\nNight sky covered with Altocumulus stratiformis lacunosus undulatus translucidus, I can only make out a glimmer of the stars now and then. I stroke myself, knowing that they are always watching, knowing that they will gladly accept my pure offerings. Imagining myself up there again, softly rocked to sleep by the wind, birds and breezes whispering lullabies in my ears.\n\n// Woke up in the middle of the night, still outside. My hands still down my pants, all dried out by now. Poor, dehydrated skin feels wrinkly and crinkly. Sky completely dark, the softness of the clouds now soaked into the essence of my fingers. Heaven on earth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "Two virgins who have been telling everyone else that they are very experienced in bed, awkwardly lose their virginity to each other\n\nMystique from X-Men keeps trying to seduce different members of the team, posing in different forms. Fed up with the men turning her down, she switches to male forms and tries to seduce the women \n\nAnne Bonney and Jack Rackham discover Mary Reed’s secret aboard their ship in 1715 Caribbean "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: July 2018
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"content": "If there are any answered prompts that I missed out on, please let me know. I posted it with an error in the title and then copied the contents of the post and deleted the post itself. But I ended up losing the copied content and then I had to make the post all over again so I might have missed out on some prompts.\n\nAlso, I really like these two prompts ([1](https://redd.it/8vza0h), [2](https://redd.it/8wzwe1)) by /u/Crownbet and /u/Lordxana0, respectively. I'd love to see responses to them.\n\nAnd finally, for the last two weeks, the roundup threads have been posted every two weeks, collecting prompts for 2 week periods. It was just a trial. Do you prefer it this way or the weekly threads? Let us know here."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two rival nations pair up the oldest child of one royal family and the youngest of the other in an arranged marriage in an attempt to end their long-standing hate. They go through with it and find that they actually like their new spouse.
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"content": "I left the reception with a smile on my face. I had just been wed to the fair princess of the kingdom of Bineda, and she was currently waiting up in our quarters for me to have our first night together as newlyweds. I walked into the room and the fair lady, only 18 years of age, was sitting in her nightclothes reading a book. I walked in and we both knew what was to happen next. She disrobed her nightclothes in one motion, the silky clothes drifting to the floor and her nude body exposed to me. She was pale ginger, with a freckled face and gorgeous breasts. She had a small, shortly cut patch of hair on her mound. I removed my royal robes and coverings until I too was in the nude. She admired my great cock, hanging erect and ready for sex.\n\nShe wrapped her long, slender arms around my neck and locked me into a passionate kiss. We were both horny, wanting to enjoy this night. My hands traveled to her legs and I sort of picked them up, she bought them up and wrapped her legs around me, my cock was pressing up against her tight pussy and I walked us to the bed. I broke the kiss and set her down on the bed. I pushed my cock into her tight cunt and she let out a moan, her eyes were wide and her mouth was in a circular shape, she enjoyed my member, and as I pushed deeper and deeper into her womb, I found that I fancied her too. We had passionate sex in many different positions, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, anal, and standing just to name a few. We both climaxed multiple times, and were sweating and panting by the end of the night. We fell asleep, happy to be apart of each other's lives, and more importantly, apart of each other's sex lives."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She is known as a strict, hard-working and demanding professor to her students; every Friday, she submits to her play partner at a BDSM dungeon
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"content": "There she was, blindfolded in my play dungeon, quivering. \n\nThe one professor who had been giving me a hard time since the first week of school was now sitting in my special room, dressed in nothing but a black bra and panties.\n\nProfessor Gonzalez was the toughest professor in the finance department and yet, here she was, timid and shaking in her nearly nude state.\n\nI just did the dominatrix gig as a way to earn money during college. \n\n I usually never knew the clients as they were given to me by my friend (another dominatrix) who had too many clients to handle.\n\nUsually, the clients were told to remove their clothes in the other room, blindfolded, and told that someone would see them shortly.\n\nAll I had to do was tie up a few subs, tease the gentlemen for hours, and force the ladies to have some orgasms. Pretty standard stuff.\n\nStandard, that is, when your client isn't the professor who's always been harsh at grading you and strict in class.\n\nThis was going to be much more than standard; this was going to be fun. \n\n\nHere she waited obediently, kneeled in my play pen, blindfolded, and waiting to see who her dominatrix was. \n\nAs I walked over in my black leather corset, black heeled boots, and I cracked my riding crop and I purred, \"Well, well, well...what naughty little sub do we have here today?\"\n\n\"B-Beatriz,\" she yelped. \nI snickered, thinking of how large the contrast was compared to her demeanor in class.\n\n\"Well, my little Bee,\" I gently said to her, \"if the big bad dominatrix hurts you too much...say mango...\" \n\n\nAnd with that, I handcuffed her hands to her back, placed a ball-gag into her mouth, and pulled off her blindfold.\n\nHer eyes widened in horror at me, recognizing me instantly, but she said nothing as I turned on a vibrator and started teasing her breasts. \n\n\"Now, now, now. You're quite a cute plaything, aren't you? After all, your nipples are quite...shall I say, hard?\" \nI could see her nipples poking through her bra. \n\"Why don't we let them breathe for a bit?\", I said as I unclasped her bra. \n\nAs soon as the vibrator began to touch her nipples, she began to moan and that was when I cracked the riding crop on her back. \n\n\n\"Uh-uh-uh,\" I motioned with the hand holding the crop. \n\"You don't moan unless I tell you to.\" \n\n\nAs she knelt there, I had an idea on how I would make her suffer. \n\nI put down the vibrator and moved to the corner of the room.\n\n\"Now, that you know not to moan unless master says so, let's play a little game...\" \n\n\nWith that, I pulled out a sybian, modified with two clamps for the legs of poor little subs.\n\n\"Spread your legs.\" \nI saw her eyes widen as she shook her head but I laughed; subs always said no or moaned or begged during playtime.\n\nI whipped her legs and said, \"Legs. Spread 'em,\" at which point she finally complied. \nI clamped her legs to the sides of the sybian and turned it on low. \n\n\nWith a heavy buzz, the machine started up instantly as I saw my professor start shaking. \nHer eyes closed as she tried not to moan but I could see her face contorting, trying to control it.\n\n\"Now, the rules of this game are simple. No moaning and you can't cum until I tell you to or there will be consequences.\"\n\nNow, she wasn't handling the sybian too badly, but the real fun was just about to begin.\n\nI quietly put down my riding crop and picked up the vibrator wand, then I turned it on and started stimulating her clit as well. \n\n\nHer eyes shot open and she tried yelling, \"NOOOO\" through her ball gag but I slapped her and said, \"What did I say about moaning?\"\n\n\"As punishment for being such a bad little girl, I'm going to FORCE you to have more fun...\" \nAnd then I turned the knob for the sybian to the second highest setting. \n\n\nI could see her handcuffed hands straining while the vibrations shook up her torso.\n\nHer face was streaming tears while being as red as a beet. \n\n\"You have another 30 minutes on this machine but...it's getting dull. I think, you're ready for this.\" \nI finally turned the knob to the highest setting and walked away laughing sadistically at my professor's attempt not to moan. \n\nAfter watching her twist and cry for half an hour, I finally let her cum and I made her lick my feet in thanks.\n\nWe played for another two hours after the half-hour ended on the sybian. \n\nI tied her to the rack and forced her to orgasm using an electric-wand. \n\nI fisted her soaking pussy while sliding a big black dildo up her ass (after a good amount of lube, of course).\n\nAt the end of it, I ended it off professionally by finally letting her cum one last time using the wand. \n\nAs the session ended, I cleaned up the items and on the way out, I whispered into her ear, \"I'll see you in class, *Beatriz*.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: BOGO Edition, July 2018
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"content": "Special shoutout to /u/thejetpilotswailed for [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/8ynoad/ip_describe_someones_outfit_and_appearance_in_an/) uniquely excellent prompt and to /u/wazzupwazzup and /u/echoscore for these ([1](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/8zhri4/wp_a_former_guy_who_got_magically_turned_into_a/e2kkx3l/), [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/8zpyhf/wp_youre_a_senior_at_the_academy_of_sexuality/e2l9pp3/)) submissions respectively. To anyone reading this, I implore you to check out those links."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [dark] As a guy I always got off by imagining what it would be like to be my ideal woman - pretty, fertile bundle of sensuality. One stupid birthday wish was all it took to make me a slave to my reproductive cravings and make me realize fat boobs are fun only when stuck to someone else's chest.
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"content": "I always got off imagining what it would be like to have breasts. \n\nNo, I wasn't into those wimpy A-cup or B-cups that barely registered to the eyes.\n\nC-cups were just barely tolerable to me and D-cups felt normal to me.\n\nWhat really got me off were the extreme sizes such as the L cup sizes. \n\nI could just imagine the feelings of the heavy mounds and the nerve endings in the extremely large nipples. I could just feel the fun I could have with all the dicks I could fit between those milk-bags. \n\nNothing was more sensual than those shapely round mounds topped off with perfect nipples.\n\nAt least that was what I used to think. \n\nIt had happened so suddenly during my last birthday. \n\nI wasn't sure what to wish for as I blew out the candles and the last thing that had been on my mind was the bimbo with the hot double-Ds begging for cum on the porn site I had watched that morning.\n\nBy the next morning, I felt a weight on my chest. When I opened my eyes, I could hardly believe it. On my chest were two J-cup breasts with enlarged nipples. \n\nI could feel my erection poking at the sheets and I started jerking off before realizing, *wait, this isn't a dream. I HAVE FUCKING BREASTS.*\n\nI called my friend Jerry in a panic. \n\"DUDE, WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE BREASTS?\"\n\n\"YOU...WHAT?\" \n\"YEAH, I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING. I HAVE FUCKING J-CUPS RIGHT NOW!\"\n\n\"FUCK...UM...I'M COMING OVER AND THIS BETTER NOT BE A STUPID PRANK\"\n\nIn half an hour, I heard the bell ring and I tried walking to the door. I tried throwing on a jacket that couldn't quite hold my boobs in. \n\nMy back hurt as I held onto the banister down the stairs and I leaned onto the wall before opening the door, hitting my left boob.\n\nJerry stared and said, \"All right...I didn't expect that would actually work.\" \n\"WHAT WOULD ACTUALLY WORK?\"\n\n\"Alright, take a seat first.\", said Jerry as he sat me down on the couch.\n\n\"Okay, so uh, we kinda bought these 'make-a-wish' candles from this crazy-old gypsy lady and we put 'em on your cake.\" \n\"THAT'S YOUR REASONING? MAGIC CANDLES? BUT I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A FUCKING WISH IN MY HEAD!\" \n\"Well, I mean, the gypsy lady DID say the spirits could find your deepest darkest desires but...I didn't expect you wanted THOSE things?\"\n\n\"SO LIKE, HOW DO I UNDO THEM?\" \n\"Um, according to the gypsy lady, the candles only grant one wish when 10 of them are blown out and we were only given 10 candles by her after trading her a bag of gummies?\"\n\n\"WHAT THE FUCK?\" \n\"Well, yeah.\" \n\"SO DO WE GET MORE CANDLES FROM HER?\" \n\"Uh, we can't cuz her caravan wasn't there this morning?\"\n\nI leaned forward to cry and I hit my head on the coffee table from the weight of the breasts pulling me down. \n\nMy eyes watered from how much my back hurt and from how miserable I was.\n\nMy dick felt extremely hard but I could not even feel good enough to jerk off. \n\n\"Well, if it's any consolation, at least your boobs are quite nice?\", said Jerry quietly. \n\nI looked over to see his boner poking at his khakis.\n\n\"SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO ABOUT IT, HUH? FUCK 'EM?\" \n\"W-what?\" \n\"LOOK, YOU CAN FUCK 'EM. TITTY-FUCK ME. AT LEAST ONE OF US WILL BE HAPPY.\"\n\nJerry looked at me, shrugged, and then he took his cock out. \n\n\"I hope this doesn't make things weird but my GF's boobs aren't this hot and we're bros so this is cool, okay?\" \n\"JUST GET ON WITH IT!\" \nAnd with that, Jerry started thrusting between my breasts. \n\n\nI just kept crying because this was quite the tragedy but at least Jerry was going to be satisfied. \n\nAs he stimulated my nipples with his fingers, I felt myself get hard against my boxers.\n\nHis thrusts quickened and soon, he came all on my throat. \n\nAt the same time, my cock throbbed as I covered my underwear in my goo.\n\nHe helped me up and I went to take a shower, by boobs sweaty and hurting my back.\n\nIt would take some time to get used to it but I guess I'll have to learn to deal with it."
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"content": "(Taking a quick break from my other epic prompt response to work on this fun little story. I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated!)\n\n**Part 1 of 2**\n\n*Well fuck me sideways.* I thought, as I walked into the quarantine doors in front of me. *It serves me right for wearing headphones in the shafts. I miss all the important stuff.*\n\nI wasn't entirely sure why quarantine had gone into effect. Some sort of containment breach, I guessed, but of what, I didn't know. I was a mechanic on the Research Vessel Kashima, not a scientist, so I had no idea what type of deadly, awful things these crazy people were studying.\n\nI made my way over to the comms unit beside the door. \"Hey Bridge, it's me, Emma. G.S.U. 849. Codename Echo. What the fuck is going on?\"\n\nA few seconds later a voice comes crackling over the speaker. \"Emma, this is Captain Trivoli. G.S.U. 251. Codename Lyric. Where are you?\"\n\n\"Outside the Docking Bay. I just came up through the vents from the gears trying to get Airlock 2 working again. How much of the ship is quarantined? Can you get me a path back to Control?\"\n\n\"SHIT! Emma, you're inside the quarantine zone. Didn't you hear the fucking alarms?\"\n\n*Mother fucking space gerbils!*\n\n\"I was inside the fucking ship's mechanics, Captain. I could barely hear the sound of my own fucking swearing.\"\n\n*And I was wearing headphones, but I don't need to tell her that.*\n\n\"Get me outta here, Captain. What do I need to do?\"\n\n\"Emma... You know how quarantine works. You're in the zone, you don't come out. Not until the threat is neutralized.\"\n\n\"So fucking neutralize it already!\"\n\n\"It's not that simple, Emma. We were studying a rare, previously undiscovered parasite. Even we're not entirely sure what it does or how it affects humans.\"\n\n\"So I'm stuck here until I die? Well, gee Captain, I'm soooo glad I can be your fucking guinea pig.\"\n\n\"We don't believe you're going to die, Emma.\" The Captain's voice sounded both exasperated and hesitant. As if there was something she wasn't telling me.\n\n\"So what the fuck IS going to happen to me?\"\n\n\"Well, there were three scientists in the lab when the beach occurred. We believe at least one of them came into direct contact with the parasite samples and has been infected. We are unsure about the other two, but they may be affected already. It's *possible* that you might not get infected at all. But unfortunately, our observations seem to indicate that the parasite compels the host to search out uninfected hosts. And we're still not aware of exactly *how* the parasite is spread.\"\n\n\"What the fuck does that mean!?\" I started looking over my shoulder nervously, expecting to see my diseased shipmates chasing towards me.\n\n\"It means that there's nothing more I can do for you now, Emma. At this point we won't be able to do anything but observe. If you're able to take notes on what happens to you that would be most helpful. But we'll gather what information we can from the cameras. Hopefully we'll be able to learn enough to reverse the effects and kill the parasite.\"\n\nShe paused for a second. \"Good luck, Emma.\"\n\n\"Captain?\" No answer. \"Captain Trivoli?\" Still nothing. \"Captain Laura Iris Trivoli, fucking answer me right now!\"\n\nMy only response was crinkling static. I was alone.\n\nAnd on that terrifying thought, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around slowly, my hand reaching for the stun gun in my tool belt. It was the only weapon I was allowed to carry as a mechanic.\n\nThe footsteps grew louder, drawing slowly closer. Suddenly, a figure turned around the corner and I prepared myself to shoot.\n\n\"Emma?\"\n\nI lowered my weapon. I recognized that voice. It was Thom, one of the neuroscientists on board. He and I...well, we'd been *talking*. I had been planning to meet him in the mess after our shifts, maybe see if I could convince him to find an empty bunk to spend our free time in.\n\n\"Thom? What are you...what's going on?\" He didn't look sick or anything. He looked great, strong and handsome like always. His wavy brown hair and soft eyes always made me melt a little. We were some of the youngest people on the crew. Thom had just gotten out of med school and I had finished my apprenticeship last year. This was my first detail as head mechanic.\n\n\"Emma....\" He sighed my name and started walking towards me purposefully. I was just about to speak again when he reached me. His hands gripped my waist, pressing me back against the locked doors. His body followed, pinning me to the wall as his lips devoured mine in a hungry kiss.\n\nI froze for just a second and then wrapped my arms around his neck. If he wanted to indulge in some 'before we both die a terrible death in space' nookie, I wasn't going to complain. His lips slanted over mine as he deepened the kiss, one knee pressing between my legs to grind against my crotch.\n\n“Mmmmmph!” My moan of pleasure was muffled by his lips. Nothing like being hours from death to really make you want to get it on. His hands had drifted to my ass, pulling me even harder against him so I could ride his thigh, his straining erection rubbing against me.\n\nHe yanked his lips from my mouth. “Need you, Emma. Now!”\n\n“Oh-ohkay…” I sighed as he began sucking on my neck, making his way towards the pulse point beneath my ear. His hands were fidgeting with my jumpsuit, tugging at the zipper and trying to pull it down.\n\n“L-let me…” I gripped the zipper in my fingers and pulled it down. One thing they don’t tell you about space…you don’t really wear anything under the jumpsuits. It’s too much work and it’s not really worth it since the jumpsuits are all perfectly fitted for your body using the latest and greatest tech and materials. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin. Thom pressed the sleeves of the jumpsuit down over my arms, leaving my top totally bare.\n\n“Yessssss, Emmmmaaaa…” Thom groaned my name as his hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs rubbed over my stiff nipples, before he pinched them between his fingers.\n\n“Ohhhh…ohhh yes, Thom!” My head fell back on the wall, eyes closed, as I felt desire coursing through me. Saints…maybe I should have locked us both in quarantine earlier. If I’d know Thom was so…so passionate, there’s no way I would have stopped myself from jumping him before now. His hands felt so good on my tits, kneading the fleshy globes, leaning down to take one nipple into his hot, wet mouth. And his hands on my hips, easing the jumpsuit over the swells of my ass so that it could fall to the floor, leaving my ass bare for his hands to caress….\n\n*WAIT!* My eyes flew open as my brain caught up…there were way too many hands touching me right now.\n\nThom’s hands were still kneading my breasts, his head bent down to lick my nipple. But kneeling before my feet was Victor, a biologist and Thom’s shift leader. Victor was about 15 years older than the two of us, with short, jet black hair. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was kind of nerdy and too serious. He was quiet and I’d never really thought that much about him.\n\nAt least not until he buried his face between my thighs and started licking my pussy!\n\n“WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled, trying to close my legs and struggling away from Thom and Victor. “What the FUCK are you doing!?”\n\n“Emmmaaaaa…..” Victor moaned my name against my sex, his tongue doing figure eights around my clit. I shivered, trying to maintain my composure and get away, but they were both holding onto me tight.\n\n“We need you, Emmmmaaaa….” Thom’s voice whispered in my ear, his tongue licking the outer whorl. One hand gripped my arm tightly, holding me close, while the other continued to tease my breasts.\n\nDespite how freaked out I was, I couldn’t deny that I was still very, very, very turned on.\n\n“What…what do you want?” I was a little ashamed about how quiet and trembly my voice was. I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or arousal, but either way, it was weak.\n\n“Pleasure, Emmmaaa….” Thom’s mouth latched onto my neck as Victor’s tongue probed my tight entrance. My whole body seemed to shudder. “We want….give you…pleassssuuuurreee…” Thom’s hand drifted from my breast until he could press against my clit. The combined sensation of his lips sucking on my neck, his finger pressing on my clit, and Victor’s tongue penetrating my sheath was too much for me to take.\n\n“Ooooooh! OOooOooooh! *OOOOOOOOOH!*” My desperate moans echoed through the corridor as my body shook on a crazy orgasm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fuck-Me Friday
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"content": "As I looked through my dresser deciding what clothes would get me fucked by all the hot guys I wanted, I realized that most of my outfits were overplayed. \n\nFrom crop-tops to short skirts to Daisy Dukes to bikinis, nothing seemed to be provocative enough anymore. To make matters worse, the fear of sexual harassment claims at my extremely liberal college had guys afraid of trying to grope females simply from seeing them in sexy outfits. \n\nFrom looking through my closet and my drawers, I turned to my make-up table and inspiration hit me: I knew exactly what was going to scream \"FUCK ME\" on a Friday.\n\n\\--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"A-are you sure you want to do this?\", asked my friend Jenny.\n\n\"Well, yeah. It's like my idea and I'm asking you to do it.\" \n\"But like, why do you want to be labeled as a cum dumpster?\" \n\"Because it's the epitome of being sexually liberal. I'm literally inviting them to fuck me in writing and I'll have a ball gag.\"\n\n\"Um, alright, I guess I'll do it.\", said Jenny as she wrote the things I wanted on my nude body.\n\n\\--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThat night, Keira fucked the most dudes she possibly could in one night. \nShe had showed up in a short trenchcoat and upon entering the club, she hung the coat on the stall of the men's bathroom. \n\nOn her belly, she had the words: \"CUM DUMPSTER: CUM HERE\" written in bold mascara pen with a cheeky arrow pointed at her vagina. \nOn her right leg, she had the words, \"FUCK HERE\" pointed at her asshole. \nOn her left leg, she had the words, \"BUKKAKE WELCOME\"\n\nAs for her feet, she lightly bound them to the bars on either side of the stall.\n\nFor her hands, she had a pair of gag handcuffs to create the illusion that that was bound for their pleasure. \nNext to her, was a long strip of rubbers. \nFinally, as a finishing touch, she had a little red ball gag in her mouth with a sign above her saying, \"CUM DUMPSTER: FEEL FREE TO USE. PLEASE BE POLITE: WRAP IT UP RIGHT\" with a small drawing of a condom.\n\nAt last, Keira had found the perfect outfit to scream to be fucked and she was not disappointed with her results, having a tally total of over 30 guys and being covered in spurts of cum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The prison world is just front. It is actually a slave world where the most troublesome and/or dangerous enemies of the empire, no matter their race or species, are sent as sex slaves for the war heroes and the highest bidders.
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"content": "\"We sentence you to life in Ardoria, the prison world.\", the judge said, slamming the hammer down.\n\nRay clenched his teeth, readying himself for the tortures to come. He had known that the land he was about to be teleported to was reserved for only the worst and he had been expecting the day he would be caught for his black-market hitman services.\n\nThe purple portal opened up underneath the platform he stood on and he fell instantly, going unconscious as he went through the portal. When he woke up, he was nude and clamped down to a white examining room table, gagged and spread out.\n\nAround him, he could see five other operating tables with various humanoid alien males and females bound to them. There were two identical twin-hyena humanoid males next to him, an orange and blue-skinned feminine alien with cat-eyes, and a blue-skinned feminine alien with antenna.\n\n\"Specimen appears to be human male, 6 feet tall, black hair, caucasian, and quite muscular. It appears he may be able to handle mid-sized clients with his current build.\", a purple-skinned tentacled-alien said to the computer through his translator device.\n\nRay looked around wondering what forms of torture awaited him on this terrible planet when suddenly, he got injected in the neck with a clear liquid.\n\nWithin seconds, he felt himself become completely paralyzed and he watched in terror as the tentacle-alien said, \"All right, the obedience serum has been administered? Let's start training this new slave.\"\n\nThe machine clamps opened and Ray lay there as the tentacled alien touched his entire body with its moist tentacles. All the other humanoids had also been injected and now were motionless, staring in terror at the tentacled alien.\n\n\"All right. I am Doctor Pyrdhass and you have been sentenced to life in Ardoria. You may have heard that we mindlessly torture and dismember the worst of the worst however, this is far from the truth. If we were to dismember you, it would be quite...unprofitable. You see, Ardoria is actually a sex-slave planet for humanoids and you, you fine specimens, are our newest slaves. Before we send you out though, we must provide you training.\"\n\nRay's heart pounded as he wondered what was in store for him.\n\n\"So, for feminine humanoids are to go to the left and masculine humanoids are to go to the right.\", said the alien.\n\nRay felt himself uncontrollably get up and walk to his right, joined by two other males, as the females stood on the other side of the room completely nude.\n\n\"For feminine humanoids, we have sybian and penetration training. You females will ride the sybian while being stimulated by me.\", and within seconds, sybians rose out of the ground while the females knelt on them, clamps locked around their legs as the tentacle alien stuck two tentacles up each of their asses while their eyes widened in terror and they uncontrollably moaned in pleasure. The sybians vibrated while the females moaned through their gags, writhing on top of the buzzing machines.\n\n\"Now, as you see, although you will be unable to do anything other than what we command, you will still be forced to feel bodily sensations. The only things we can't prevent are moaning, orgasms, or eye movements, however you will be physically unable to do any other conscious actions. Now for males, we have deepthroat training, anal penetration, and forced milking training today. Males, kneel and prepare for oral penetration, anal penetration, and machine stimulation.\"\n\nRay could do nothing but watch as he uncontrollably took off his gag, knelt on the ground, mouth open and holding his butt-cheeks apart as two clamps locked his legs down on the ground. In seconds, he felt a heavily lubricated dildo slide into his anus as a 10-inch dildo slid down his throat causing him to gag.\n\nThe pounding in his ass was painful as another machine siphoned his cum and drained his balls, but also injected fluid into his balls causing them to ceaselessly produce cum.\n\nEvery five minutes, the dildo in his throat would \"cum\" and fill his stomach with fluids as part of the vicious cycle of endless cumming. After hours of the sexual torture, Dr. Pyrdhass turned off the machines and explained, \"All right, you will all be trained tomorrow again and this will happen for a month before we send you to clients. Your bodies need to be...prepared for some of our rougher clientele...\"\n\nAs he lay there sore and in a pile of sweat and lube, Ray saw two gloved assistants haul him back to the table as he blacked out.\n\n\\-------------------------------One Month Later---------------------------------\n\nRay felt his hands jerking off two male orc-like aliens as a centaur-like alien's horse cock slid from his throat to his belly.All this happened while numerous cocks went in and out of his anus, filling him internally each time.\n\nHis cock was in a chastity cage, locked for those with a sadistic pleasure and his body was coated in cum.\n\nToday was his first day after training and it had been going well.\n\nRay was so broken that nothing fazed him anymore. After the month of anal fisting, taking numerous cocks in his mouth, non-human genitalia stimulation practice, post-anal blowjob practice, and numerous other demented sexual practices, he could do nothing but dissociate as his body uncontrollably got filled with cum.\n\nEvery day, he would be injected with fluids to ensure his health and to make sure he was clean for the clients. His cock would be milked on certain days for certain clients' fetishes while he would not be allowed to cum on other days for other clients' fetishes.\n\nHe had lost his gag reflex after two weeks of relentless pounding down his throat and he was now completely used to the feeling of cum filling his stomach. Cum, vaginal fluids, piss, and shit were all he tasted now since all his nutrients and calories were to be introduced intravenously.\n\nWhile his body still orgasmed and he felt everything that happened, he no longer felt pleasure as he uncontrollably writhed and was forced to act like sex would be the only thing he wanted.\n\nHe heard the centaur's cum filling his stomach with a wet splash a tear dripped down his eye and he went to work on the next client.\n\nHe couldn't wait for the day one of these cocks would finally kill him but he knew it wouldn't happen, since the wardens of the planet didn't want their goods damaged.\n\nIt would be a really long life for Ray.\n\nThe End"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] 600 Word Quick Prompts
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"content": "I posted this one elsewhere not long ago but didn't get any responses. Lets see if someone likes the vibe here... \n\n\nIt slumbers in the forgotten places of the world. It shifts and swirls through the shadows of the night and the vivid imagery of human nightmares. It is as old as the mind and as powerful as fear, as solid as a mountain but as undefined as a thought lost from memory.\n\nIs it a demon of some long lost age or an alien visitor to our small world? Is it the last remnant of some God, long forgotten by it's worshipers and dis-empowered by the passing of eras? No-one knows. No-one's even aware it exists. But it knows and it is aware of us, even if we're not aware of it and it is time for a new beginning, a resurgence of sorts.\n\nWhat is this memory that stalks the mind, the shadow in the room? What does it want to achieve and how will it convince us to play along?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pixies are notorious amongst Human societies for being lustful tricksters. City dwelling ones are considered pests, and few are kept, while Wild ones tend to form packs. Such Pixies tend to kidnap Men and convince them to join the pack, utilizing deviant methods
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"content": "Jeremiah had always been in a disvantage. He was born low class, and that meant he was always hungry for wealth. He was born low in height, and he always wanted to become stronger to overpower his bullies. He lacked attractiveness, and he would never not envy those men with more women than what they could even think about.\n\n\nSo when he felt a bright light made of thousands of smaller ones barge into his shack and relocate him while he seemed asleep, he offered no resistance. This was an opportunity for everything he could have wanted, if the rumors he had heard were true. In fear they might abandon him if they saw him away, he closed his eyes and forgot about his problems.\n\n\nWhen he woke up, the short fellow was in a new place. He couldn't make out where he was, there were no torches or windows, yet it was perfectly bright. The place looked as if he was in the middle of a three, yet he could not see it's horizon. And for the roof there were only leaves, yet they had no opening and despite the heavy rains in the last days, the floor didn't have a single spill.\n\n\nHe was then greeted by what seemed as big as a city's population, yet all of them together would still be smaller than him. They all were female, as big as his middle fingers, and they wore now the same clothes as they did at their birth. The biggest of them, who still couldn't meet the size of his hand, started to fly towards his face. She seemed like their leader.\n\n\n\"Welcome human, this is our realm. We want you to live here from now on.\" That seemed weirdly straight forward.\n\n\n\"Well, I wanted to be born a noble, but I had no success in that, so why do you believe your chances are better?\"\n\n\n\"We know some of you 'men' creatures have a 'thing' for pixies. And you're clearly one of them. We believe our offer will seem reasonable. We want you to help us breed.\" The tiny creature spoke again, and at hearing those words, little Jeremiah went up. This was the moment big Jeremiah found out he was naked as well.\n\n\n\"Well, there might be a problem with that. A size problem.\" I warned her while scratching my hair, hoping they had someway to make it work.\n\n\nShe just had a short ladylike chuckle. \"I'd take it that you have never seen the flexibility we are known for in person. Don't worry human, you're a perfect fit for us. Allow me to show you.\"\n\nThe leader fairy made an example out of herself for her women, as she was quick to take a seat on my fully erect cock, and she slowly moved her down under it. It felt like something I've never experienced before, my dick felt like it was on fire while she was sliding down it. It was almost amusing to see how much of a bulge did my penis leave on her stomach, but to my shook, she kept going further, and she was now impaled on my shaft. She made some hand signals to reassure me that she was okay, or that's what I thought until more pixies, her guards I assume, started to go down it. Around five minutes later, my dick had a pixie per inch ratio of 1. It felt like my member had been melting this while time, and I was sure they were using their magic to prevent me from cumming until they couldn't fit anymore. As soon as the last one of the batch sat on my dickhead, I cummed harder that I had ever done before. It kept going for a minute, and when I looked at them again, the pixies looked like they had been swimming in vanilla for hours and then took a shower in milk. One by one, they all left my dick.\n\n\n\"So, what do you-\" \"There are no words to describe how much I'm saying yes to this.\"\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This insectile species was domesticated in tribal societies as a pleasure pet. Such behaviours became innate, and still exist today along with innate knowledge of how to bring pleasure to humans. However, they are prone to kidnap people because of this
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"content": "\"Okay. Don't freak out.\" Marco was talking to himself, he was currently trying not to move much because of the being laying prone across his cocooned legs. The creature resembled a large silk worm with a vaguely moth like upper-body. Long feather like antennae bobbed on top of it's head. The creature rested it's head on the sticky substance, it's twin black eyes were closed in an exhausted sleep. \n\n\"Okay I can do this.\" Marco slowly pulled his hands out of the strands, even though the bonds were tight. They weren't any worse than paper tape. Marco tried to gently peel the abomination off of himself. One finger... One Arm... Another finger... The creatures eyes shot open and looked at Marco.\n\n\"Skee?\" The creature moved away from him, it's small chitinous hands clacking together in a delighted clap. \n\n\"Don't make me fight back.\" Marco said looking for his knife, his gun, his...pants? Marco had been stripped of his clothes since the creature ambushed him and his team. \"Were are my things?\" \n\nThe creature looked at him as if waiting on a command. Marco heard a low moaning the hallway, he moved slowly to the entry way. His gaze on the creature. The creature followed behind him with it's expressionless face blinking rapidly as dust was kicked up from his every movement. Marco slowly made his way to the source of the moaning, another entry way. The wet sounds of slurping and moaning made him think of giant spiders eating something cocooned. The creature behind him waited in the door way and beckoned him back with a chitin covered hand, he ignored the creature and stepped through the entry way.\n\nThe vision of his best friend, John, getting his cock sucked by the bright red creature almost identical to the other creature but far larger suckled on his shaft. She pulled her head from the shaft and slowly turned Marco, her fleshy rear end moved over John's shaft. John wasn't tied down like Marco was, he only had a bit of webbing on his mouth. The creature moved her rear slowly as if she was trying to milk him, the look of pleasure on the face of the creature was unmistakable as she Milked John.\n\nMarco stepped back, \"What are you?\" \n\n'Lovers.' The red one didn't speak so much as it's will was pushed into him. The image of thousands of the creature, the called themselves Lovers, were breed and raised to be companions to ancient men. The bright red one were the leaders and the grey one were given to commoners. Macro was chosen by the grey one, the red one imparted all the knowledge she knew of her species to Marco. \n\nMarco grunted under the mental pressure as he stumbled back into the hallway. He bumped against the stone wall and sagged while the grey creature approached him. One of her hands was holding her head, as the red creature pushed the knowledge into her head as well. Marco knew that once he gave her a name, she would be like a thrall to him. Marco also knew that she would be attuned to him the moment this happened. \n\n\"Angela.\" Marco said and he felt the connection. She wanted to have many many kids, both human and Lover. \n\n'It's a pretty name.' She thought as she could see how I planned to sell off the eggs and make so much money. I couldn't mind my thoughts, I was a merchant at heart. \n\nShe simply lowered her head into my lap, her mind was a buzz with thoughts. My own mind wasn't much better but every worry was stopped by her quickly answering his thoughts with her own. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Billionaire's will leaves all his money to only one of his three daughters: the one who can keep the largest dildo inside them for a full hour.
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"content": "\"Good morning all, and my condolences,\" the attorney said with his characteristic lack of emotion. Mr Graves had been the personal legal representative for Alex Mulroney for all of his professional life, and between that man and his ex wife, he had been shorn of the softer side of human interaction. The three women before him just nodded. Two lawyers stood silently behind the oldest two, the youngest on her own.\n\n\"As you are aware, you are here today as it is my duty to execute the will of your father, Alex Mulroney. Aside from several small bequests that do not concern you, *and cannot be contested*,\" he hissed preemptively at the shiesters.\n\"As I was saying, the vast majority of the rest of his material possessions was willed to -\"\n\"Me obviously,\" Tatiana interrupted. The oldest of the sisters was a tall, leggy cougar with bottle blonde hair bordering on white. She had her father's look and business sense, and was one of the executive VPs at his largest company.\n\n\"No,\" Mr Graves replied coldly. \"If you would let me continue, your father's wealth was left to one of you three, dependent upon the completion of a... Particular task.\" The very air seemed to grow heavy at the last two words, as if they held their own weight.\n\n\"What does that pervert want now?\" Rhonda asked. Tanned, black hair and toned body were the middle sister's gift, her career being focused on sporting excellence and lucrative endorsements. People assumed incorrectly that her basketballer husband took her for a trophy wife, when in reality it was he that was the trophy: all muscle and no brain. Tatiana had long suspected that Rhonda only kept him around because he was a decent fuck. Rhonda was also the one unfortunate enough to have walked in on their father one day as he was entertaining his latest mistress, and would never say what she had seen.\n\n\"I will leave the commentary on your father's... tastes, to others. As the executor, I have only a duty to fulfill his requests, provided they are legal, as this one is.\" Mr Graves took a moment to turn to the clause he had marked for convenience.\n\"The task to determine which of should receive this vast inheritance is, as you have suspected Ms Rhonda, sexual in nature. It boils down to, the one who can hold the largest phallic object in their bodies for a full hour.\"\n\nThere was a great upheaval as the oldest sisters and their lawyers stood up and began argueing, first at Mr Graves, who ignored them with pointed stoicism, then with each other. Throughout, the youngest daughter Hanna said nothing, an introspective look on her pretty face. Mr Graves watched her closely. The daughter of a different wife, Hanna bore little resemblance to her older siblings. Fiery auburn hair, a small yet lithe body and an adorable smattering of freckles. She was still in college, and barely spoke to her sisters, who barely recognised her existence. A state Hanna preferred most of the time given the maelstrom currently unfolding between the elder two, decades of bitterness coming out in streams of vitriolic spite.\n\nMr Graves watched her closely, as from his brief experience with her, she often had the most insight into problems, as well as creative solutions. She asked a question, nearly lost in the shouting match. Mr Graves called for silence, and it was a measure of the respect, or perhaps fear, of the man that it was given almost immediately.\n\"I suspect that Ms Hanna's question you will want to hear the answer to. Could I ask your forbearance to repeat your question?\"\n\"I asked how the largest object would be determined: length, width, volume, whatever.\" Hanna said softly.\n\n\"Your father, no matter his personal proclivities, was not one to be unprepared,\" Mr Graves replied. \"As such, he had developed a prototype prophylactic device which, as I understand, uses proprietary technology to minutely record a host of biometric details. These are readable, again with a specialised device, and will be able to determine the largest object, which is by total volume inserted and held inside for at least the full hour.\" He took out a package for each of them. \"Here are some samples for your benefit.\"\n\n\"The task will be tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you use the time until then to prepare in whichever method you feel best.\" The elder sisters, accompanied by their lawyers like remoras following sharks, left silently. Mr Graves waited until they were gone and the door closed as Hanna waited as well. With the door closed and the risk of her sisters eavesdropping minimal, she asked him one final, crucial question. After checking against the will's clauses, he gave his first real smile in years as he told her, and only her, the answer.\n\nXXX\n\nThe next day, the sisters arrived again, and were led to Mr Graves office again.\n\"Good afternoon. You will shortly be guided to private rooms where you will be asked to insert your chosen objects. You will remain there for the required hour, at which time you may remove the items. The recording condoms will determine which of you had best fulfilled your father's last request,\" he said, handing out more of the same package he had given them the day before.\n\nTatiana looked at the package with a small grimace, looking over at the smug smirk Rhonda wore. The blonde dominated in the boardroom and the bedroom, she got off on humiliating others, not seducing them. Whereas Rhonda was more openly sexual, often bragging about how gifted her husband was at pleasing her. Neither of the sisters gave Hanna a second glance as they left. As such, neither of them gave any notice to the fact that the bag Hanna had brought in was much larger than either of theirs.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Scenic Route
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"content": "Standing on the lookout I cant decide whether to stay or go.\n\nThe south wind lake made me leave.\n\nA huge northern swell is tempting me back.\n\nIt feels like six pm.\n\nThere are two, possibly three hours of daylight left.\n\nFacing the path, I watch the remaining tourists. \n\nThey pant up the steep cliff I just sped through in a bikini carrying twelve pounds. \n\n Mind torn, I look at the coast. sky. coast. sky. coast. sky. coast.\n\n\"Tough choice isn't it?\" a deep voice asks.\n\n\"Yes\" I answer, focused on the increasing waves.\n\n\"I saw you down there earlier. Im Dart by the way\"\n\n\"Dart? I like it!\" I grin into grey eyes and a moustache.\n\n\"Im named after a musketeer that no one has heard of. And you are?\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter\" I say.\n\n\"I see you here all the time. You're really hard not to notice\"\n\n\"Come on, lets get wet again\" he continues. \"You know you want to. I do too\"\n\nBefore I can speak my backpack is already on his shoulder.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A weary traveler comes across a river in a forest. Deciding it a good place to rest, he/she takes a nap. Upon waking up, he/she finds him/herself surrounded by dryads and naiads. Naked, horny dryads and naiads.
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"content": "I wearily put down my items and decided to try sleeping. Even with the snack of the blackberries in the woods, I wouldn't have the energy to finish my trip today.\nIt had been two days walking through this forest and in another half day, I would finally get to the next town.\n\nWhile I was surrounded by trees, I had some form of relief realizing I would be out soon.\n\nI saw the moonlight reflecting on the slowly flowing river and I laid my head on my trusty knapsack before drifting off to sleep.\n\nEverything was black and I slept well until a large amount of whispery murders filled my ears. \nI quickly opened my eyes to see I had been bound, my arms and legs tied by numerous vines.\n\nAll around me were nude humanoids with plant-like elements on their bodies, illuminated by the pale moonlight.\n\nThe male ones had darker looking skin than the females, who also had leaves in their hair and vines around the soft curves of their nude bodies.\n\nI gasped as I realized I was surrounded by dryads and naiads, likely in danger because I had possibly trespassed into their territory.\n\n\"Traveler...it is quite dangerous to be travelling in these woods alone, especially being such an... attractive female adventurer.\", an elegant looking female dryad said as she ran her fingers up and down my body, small vines curling around my body.\n\nHer cohorts all chuckled quietly, their laughing sounding like whispers in the wind.\n\n\"We are kind, however, and we shall let you be after a... tribute...Of sorts.\", she cooed into my ear.\n\n\"What sort of tribute?\", I asked cautiously.\n\n\"Why, a tribute of your body until sunrise...\", She snickered as the vines pulled off my gear as I struggled against the many vines that ripped off my gear. \n\nBefore I knew it, I was completely nude and my arms and legs were spread apart.\n\n\"Now, we won't hurt you...We have just heard that human...mating...habits are the most pleasurable among other species and my siblings and I would like to... experiment, so to speak.\"\n\n\"Y-you can't do that! Isn't that rape?\", I exclaimed.\n\n\"And isn't what you've done trespassing onto our home and isn't eating our food stealing? Think of this as... payment. Now, be silent,\" she said as a few vines gagged my mouth and I struggled, feeling tingles as the cold night breeze blew onto my body.\n\n\"My siblings and I will be gentle,\" she said as the vines lowered my nude, outstretched body onto the ground.\n\nSoon, I felt lots of viney bodies descend on me, soft fingers tickling my crotch and vines feeling my breasts while wet tongues licked the tips of my nipples.\n\nI moaned, gagged by the vines, as the soft fingers slowly rubbed my clit and I felt an orgasm welling up inside me.\n\nI soon felt the vines lift my body and I yelped as they slowly lowered my wet pussy onto a viney cock, thick as an eggplant and long as a fox's tail.\n\nThe vines in my mouth opened my mouth and I felt another viney cock enter my throat, thrusting as the vines moved my tied body up and down the hard cock that rubbed the deepest parts of me.\n\nI felt many mouths kissing me while a few fingers touched my clit as both cocks started cumming, filling my throat and pussy with a sweet nectar.\n\nIn that moment, my mind went blank as my body shuddered uncontrollably from the numerous orgasms that spread through my body. I felt relaxed and I wanted nothing other than more of the amazing chills I now felt through my body.\n\n\"Since naiad semen is a strong aphrodisiac, I don't believe we need to keep our little... toy...tied up anymore.\", the elegant dryad said as the vines moved away from my body.\n\nShe was right. In moments, I was riding another naiads hard cock and eating out a dryads sweet nectar I jerked off two other naiads with vines penetrating my asshole. \n\nAnother dryad started tribbing me as I rode the naiad cock and soon enough, I felt their sticky fluids both cover me and fill up the deepest parts of me.\n\nAfter the naiads came, I felt one of the dryads start eating me out as another dryad tribbed me while kissing me, their sweet nectars mixing with flowery saliva.\n\nI was no longer in control of my body and they all banged me through the night. At one point, three naiads penetrated me, two in my pussy and one in my asshole, while the dryads made me eat them out and finger them.\n\nI didn't realize when they finally left because my mind had been completely dazed from pleasure. Sticky naiad sap and dryad nectar covered my body, sap leaking from my wet pussy. \n\nMy gear had been strewn everywhere and some leaves stuck to my body. \n\nI pulled my sore body up and decided to bathe in the river to stop feeling so sticky.\n\nAlthough I felt sore, I was oddly content by everything and after a quick bath, I put on my gear and left for the town. \nI couldn't help but smile at the possibility of \"trespassing\" into a forest again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [EU] Aliens have escaped and need to procreate
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"content": "Good, I liked this one (except for Amber's end, not a fan of snuff, especially when there's a perfectly serviceable orifice *right there* you could use, with the added benefit of leaving the host intact for another crotch-hugger to make use of). Although I'd have liked to know more about what happened next to Tessa and Milla, unless it's more snuff. Aliens need to learn to recycle, if you use the existing holes, instead of making new ones, then one host can be used again and again and again... and again... and... again... :D"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your working on a experimental sex drug at work. Today you decide to bring a sample home and conduct a “field test” on your girlfriend.
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"content": "The label reads \"Sample XVX-9001\".\n\nI kiss the bottle gently in disbelief. This tiny spray bottle may look like a sample of perfume, but it marks the culmination of more than 7 years of my life.\n\nI'd started on it with the mindset of a 22 year old. What if I could make a sex drug? (An idea from a horny college guy to be sure) But not just for treating disfunction. For enhancement of the libido. For enhancing the physical body.\n\nI'd played around with it in the lab for a few semesters and before I knew it, I'd written my Master's thesis on it: Dual Application of Pheromone Triggers and Gene Therapy as Promoters of Human Sexual Desire.\n\nIt got me into a PhD program, and by then I was committed. I'd finally completed preliminary trials and submitted my research as a major part of my dissertation. And it was done.\n\nA knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.\n\n\"Dr. Kimball?\"\n\n\"Mark, glad I caught you in the lab. I was worried you'd cut out early on a Friday. Do you have sec?\"\n\nI glanced at my watch. I was due home for my anniversary dinner in less than an hour, but as a Phd candidate, it was hard not to have time for the dean of the medical college. I slip the vial into the pocket of my lab coat.\n\n\"Sure, what can I do for you?\"\n\nDean Kimball pulls a stool out from under the counter and sits down, frowning. He crosses his arms. With his camel hair coat and grey hair, it was hard for him not to look like an old school professor.\n\n\"Mark, it's your research. Dr. Bryant was always a big fan. He got you into the program and oversaw everything. I hope you appreciate all the water he carried for you over the last couple of years.\"\n\nI only nod, sensing where this conversation is going.\n\n\"You know he's retiring, right? And well, with him gone, the University can't really see itself dabbling in...sex research.\"\n\n\"What do you mean? Like after I'm gone?\"\n\nHe shakes his head slowly. \"No, no. I'm afraid not. I mean this.\" He uncrosses his arms to gesture around the lab.\n\n\"I mean over there.\" He points to a wall of cages along the back wall, home to my dozen or so test rats.\n\n\"My god, man. They can't stop fucking.\" He shakes his finger angrily. \"Look at that one, he's fucking his damn food bowl. And that one, he's got a bigger dick than me.\"\n\nThat was probably an exaggeration, although Rat #7 did have a 4-inch penis, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibilities.\n\n\"I just...we'll still grant your degree. You've done the work. No one is disputing that. But we need you to turn everything in so we can destroy it. All your subjects, your formulas. Any samples you have left. We want to just forget about this whole thing and all get on with our lives.\"\n\nI look down at the floor, righteous anger blooming inside me.\n\n\"Fuck you, Bob.\"\n\n\"Whoa, whoa...\"\n\n\"No, fuck you. I've been working on this for 7 years. I've had letters from drug companies looking to patent the whole thing and make a lot of money. And you want to destroy it because you're embarrassed? Fuck you and fuck this place. I have half a mind to walk out with my research right this second.\"\n\nAt the sound of my raised voice, a campus policeman steps in from the hall.\n\n\"Everything ok here?\" His hand is resting on his unstrapped gun.\n\n\"Now, let's just calm down.\" Dean Kimball has his hands raised defensively.\n\n\"You're not going to do that. And nobody wants any trouble. We're fine, ok?\" He waves the office back out of the room. \"We're fine.\"\n\n\"Now look, you've worked really hard for this degree, right? Don't mess that up. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to walk right out that door and go have a nice relaxing weekend. When you get back in here on Monday, the whole lab is going to be nice and clean, and in a couple of weeks, you get a diploma in the mail. That doesn't sound so bad does it?\"\n\nI grab my bag on the way out of the room but make sure to throw up a middle finger over my right shoulder.\n\n\"Fuck you, Bob.\" I say again. I extend the same sentiment to three officers I pass in the hall.\n\nThat night at dinner, I have trouble keeping my mind on the happy occasion.\n\n\"Is everything ok at the lab?\"\n\nI smile weakly. Amanda is the best thing to ever happen to me. We met 5 years ago during undergrad, and while I'd been spinning my wheels in a research lab chasing degrees, she'd gone out and gotten a real job. Her marketing salary paid for most our apartment and lifestyle. Hell, she would probably pay for dinner tonight. And my plan had always been to sell my research, pull in a boatload of cash and retire to some island with her where we could spend our days making love like sea otters.\n\n\"Sorry, shitty day.\"\n\n\"Well, at least you're almost done, right? Then we're going to be so rich, we'll have to remember what it was like to wipe our own butts.\"\n\nI can't help but laugh. She smiles.\n\nI loosen up by dessert. Three glasses of wine certainly doesn't hurt either. In the cab home, I'm focused only on her, my beautiful girlfriend. Five and a half feet of beautiful pale skin and eyes only for me. Her head is on my shoulder, and I smell her shampoo. I kiss her soft curly brown locks.\n\n\"I love you, Amanda. Sorry I was such an ass tonight.\"\n\n\"I love you, too. We'll see if we can't cheer you up a little more when we get home.\"\n\nIn my trousers, my cock jumps. Bad day or not, I'm still a man.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You discover your crush is also your yandere. She doesn’t know you know yet, so you decide to mess with her a bit.
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"content": "I am now certain of it: My unassuming classmate Erika has a dark secret, and a dangerous obsession with me.\n\nIt wasn’t very hard to put the pieces together. One girl went totally missing shortly after befriending me. Another moved away the week after rumors that she was into me started to spread.\n\nThere was more to it than just that, though. I could feel Erika’s intimidating presence, and how that presence melted away when her “competition” wasn’t nearby. Her cold demeanor, and the way she only seemed to show emotion around me.\n\nThis would be a terrible situation, if it weren’t for my crush on Erika. Perhaps it was playing with fire, but I couldn’t resist my one chance to mess with her before she eventually discovered I returned her feelings.\n\n“Just ask her out. She’s into you, I swear!” I lied through my teeth to my friend Jason. And after that, I told Sean the same thing. Then, I told a few others- ten people in total. Not the same way every time, of course. Most of them I used less direct methods to convince, like notes, or even rumors. \n\nI watched as she shot every one of them down. It felt a little cruel, but my amusement pushed back any regret. As I had expected, nothing came of each rejection. \n\nUnfortunately, one little complication arose. While I was focused playing faux-matchmaker, a girl evidently showed too much interest in me. I didn’t even realize she was the person who kept trying to talk to me until she and Erika were both missing from class after lunch. I didn’t even find out her name.\n\nI got out of class by saying I wasn’t feeling well, and went straight to where I knew Erika would be- an unused classroom full of untouched storage boxes. When I had first found out she used the room, I was entertained by how cliche it all was. Despite the situation, I couldn’t help but feel amused at the thought of it. \n\nStepping inside the room, I saw Erika standing over the girl, a rather large knife in her hands. As soon as she heard the door open and close, she jumped in surprise. I saw the growing panic in her eyes.\n\n“I- I didn’t mean to do this!” She offered a flimsy excuse in desperation. I decided it was best to say something before things got worse.\n\n“Don’t worry, I already knew.” I told her, done playing around- It was a fun game, but I didn’t want her thinking I was going to run away. I didn’t give her a chance to respond, and kissed her. It seemed like the best way to get my point across.\n\nErika’s eyes shot open. This definitely was more shocking than the other half-dozen surprises she’d gotten in the last minute. Her knife clattered to the floor, her newly free arm suddenly around me.\n\nWe stayed in that exact moment for a few seconds, interrupted by the sounds of someone shifting. Both of us turned at the same time to see the girl waking up fearfully.\n\n“W-Where am I? What’s happening?” She asked, struggling against the restraints on her arms. I had to commend Erika for considering to do that.\n\nAfter all those revelations, I don’t think anything surprised Erika more than when I took the knife and finished the job for her.\n\n“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me get rid of this body?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the power to place yourself as any character in any video. Alone on a Friday night you decide to watch porn for the first time
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"content": "Friday night, a six-pack of mountain dew and video games. Is there anything better?\n\nBrandon drops onto the couch and picks up the controller. He taps a button. Nothing happens. He taps again, shakes the controller and tries it again. Nothing.\n\nTen very frustrating minutes later, the diagnosis is clear. Ding Dong, the PS4 is dead. He nearly throws the controller in frustration.\n\n*Fuck* \n\nBrandon falls back onto the couch, the entire night shot. He pulls out his phone and posts a status update with his frustration, including plenty of exclamation points and emojis. He hits post and does a cursory scroll through his feed. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. He stops scrolling when a flashing ad catches his eye. \n\n\"ARE YOU HOME ALONE AND BORED?!?!?!\" The words scroll over a video of an attractive blond girl making kissy faces at the camera. Brandon takes the bait when the words \"Click Now!\" flash on the screen. \n\nA page that he's never heard of quickly loads. Some kind of VR porn from what he can gather. The tagline is: Be a part of the scene! \n\nBrandon has never been one for porn, but in this moment, frustrated and with an evening to waste, he decides to give it a try. He starts to click on categories. Guy on Girl. Teen. Blonde. Interracial. \n\nA new page loads with a prominent play button. The video starts innocently enough. A petite blonde girl dressed in a laughable excuse for a girl scout uniform knocks on the front door of a house. The beige skirt barely covers her ass. And she's wearing heels for some reason \n\n\"Cookies? Anyone home? I've got cookies for sale.\" She delivers the lines with a acting ability of piece of salami. \n\nThe door opens and an young black man's face peeks out. He's much taller than her, 6'7 at least. \n\n\"Oh, yeah. I've been wanting some cookies. But I don't have any money. How bout you come inside and we figure something out.\" \n\n\"Gee, I don't know mister. I'm supposed to collect money before I give out any cookies.\" \n\nBrandon groans at the corny scripting. \n\n\"It's ok, I'll give you something good for those cookies.\" \n\nShrugging, she steps into to the door. The scene changes to find the girl sitting on a couch, now sandwiched between the young man and another black man, never introduced but presumably also involved in this transaction now. \n\nBrandon feels a little groggy as they quiz and tease the girl, asking if she needs milk for the cookies and other such nonsense. The action is just starting when Brandon's eyes fall shut. \n\nWhen they open again, he's in a strange place. He tries to look around, but something is wrong with his neck. His head won't turn. He can only see out of a glass sliding door to a large pool behind the building he's in. Now his head is turning, but not of his own volition. Realization hits Brandon like a sack of potatoes. It's the room from the video. \n\nNow two faces are in view above him, looking down and smiling. Both are in the process of unfastening their belts.\n\n*uh, oh*\n\n \"Are you fellas gonna give me a fair trade for my cookies?\" A high pitched voice asks. It takes a second for Brandon to realize it came from him. \n\n*Fuck* \n\n\"You know it, baby. Here's what we've got for you.\" Man-from-the-door says, tugging free a monstrous cock. His friend isn't far behind.\n\n\"Oh, boy\", Brandon's too high voice squeaks, sounding excited. \n\nAnd no matter what his brain his saying, his hands are reaching up and gripping it. His knees are lifting him until he's eye level with the big black dick. \n\nHis mouth opens, taking the head inside. Brandon wants to spit and yell, but his body has other ideas. He's sucking the head, moving quickly back and forth. Now he's stroking it, moving to the friend and repeating the same movements. Back and forth, he's sucking these monster cocks. \n\nHe feels strong hands in his hair pulling him closer until his face is buried in man #1's balls. They're musky and salty, heavy on his tongue. The two men are calling him names. Cocksucker. Slut. Cum Dump. One of them slaps his cock down with an audible slap, leaving sticky trails of saliva and a stinging line across Brandon's cheek. \n\nSuddenly, Brandon is on his hands and knees in front if an armchair. Guy #1 is sitting back while Brandon works away, slobbing generously on his knob. Guy #2 is nowhere to be seen, but Brandon feels a breeze blow across his bare ass. \n\n*Fuck, the scene changed.* \n\nA finger probes into him, a sensation that his brain has trouble translating. A finger in his pussy. Now something bigger, much bigger. \n\n\"This is one tight pussy,\" a deep voice announces. And suddenly, Brandon is impossibly full. \n\nBehind him, Guy #2 is hurriedly feeding his cock snake into this young slut. It's obscene to the utmost degree. His cock is bigger around than her wrist and already wedged more than 6 inches deep, with more than half that yet to go. He pushes himself forward, jamming another inch in and forcing her face farther down his friend's shaft. A lesser slut would be choking or tapping out by now, but she must have come to play. \n\nInside his mind, Brandon is nearly in tears. He can feel the fat cock head pushing past the entrance to this throat. This body clearly has no gag reflex, and the strong hands on the back of his head are making liberal use of this ability. They force him up and down, using his mouth with no less regard than whoever is behind him, forcing what feels like a baseball back up his love canal. \n\nBut the part that makes Brandon want to cry, especially as Guy #2 places a fat lubricated thumb against Brandon's asshole, is how good it feels. He's essentially being triple penetrated right now and his body is enjoying it. He can feel a pit of pleasure building every time Guy #2 slams forward, slapping his pendulous balls against Brandon's swollen clit. His asshole clenches repeatedly on the probing thumb, and God damn but the cock in his throat is drooling the most delicious precum. \n\nThe line between body and mind blurs as the two men work themselves into a rhythm, working over the teen slut easily between them. For his part, Brandon is cumming on the fat cocks like a true whore. \n\nWith no warning, Guy #1 pulls him off. Orgasm drunk, it takes several seconds for Brandon to realize what's happening as Guy #1 strokes himself inches away. Unfortunately, seconds is all it takes. Guy #1 explodes thick ribbons of jizm across Brandon's upturned face. His tongue is out to catch some, and even as he feels it coating his cheeks and chin, he swallowing an amply portion as well. \n\n\"Got your milk for those cookies,\" the man laughs. \n\nBehind him, Guy #2 gives a battle cry and withdraws, leaving Brandon's hole feeling like an empty void. More spunk sprays over his back, ass and pussy, before Guy #2 pushes back inside, sure to finish his last few drops at the door to Brandon's womb. \n\nEverything fades to black and Brandon awakes with a start. \n\nHe looks around the room. His phone rests face down on his chest. He tosses it away, trying to come to terms with reality. He starts to sit up, but stops. His boxers are hot and wet with his own emission. \n\nHe strips off his clothes and goes for a cold, shameful shower. \n\n*Maybe I should just read books*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for kinky ideas
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"content": "You seem to like the idea of public sex, so I’ll share a story from real life and maybe you can improve it or expand on it. I was a lifeguard and my girlfriend visited me at the beach. It was a sunny Saturday and it was technically against the rules, but I let her hop up on the lifeguard chair with me. At one point she started tickling me and distracting me from the water, so I grabbed her hands and told her to knock it off. Her tickling gave me a boner, so I covered my shorts with a towel. Slowly her hand crept under the towel and started stroking my cock. I didn’t know what to do and remained motionless as she gave me an over-the-shorts, under-the-towel handjob. The ridiculousness of it all and the public nature of it got me hard and I came in under a minute. I’m not sure if I’m the only lifeguard who has gotten a handjob in the middle of a sunny Saturday on a packed beach, but among my coworkers that’s a unique story!\n\nI’m not sure if anyone else saw, but I got fired a week later! Worth it. Feel free to expand on that, otherwise here’s another prompt for you:\n\n[WP] A girl wears a short skirt and no panties. A guy sits on a bench in public (location is your choice) with no underwear. He unzips his fly and she sits on his lap; they fuck in public slowly, wondering if anyone notices. (I read it in Maxim a long time ago and have always wanted to know if it was realistic)\n\n[WP] Hiding out in an antique car at an auto show Home Alone 2 style, a couple sneaks out at night to recreate the scene from Titanic.\n\n[WP] A couple has the ski gondola all to themselves. When they get to the top, they decide to take a few laps in the cabin"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Greek Godesses
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"content": "Hi I'm new here and am still learning how this sub works. The sidebar says Theme Thursdays are persistent encouraged themes only on the Thursday they're posted. But, when I went through the last month of prompts, it seems that people treat TT almost as a weekly theme, then changing the most concurrent theme when the next TT rolled around. Is this typical, or have I been reading the prompts wrong? Also, am I allowed to comment on the TT threads?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of naive teens become convinced you can help them jump start their porn careers
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"content": "“Sooo, you write porn?” Courtney asked. “Could you write a scene for me? I’ll like pay you.” \n\n“Yeaaaah! Me too. That would be a total bro move.” Norah said. “You could also edit it like you did that PowerPoint for Brad’s wedding!” \n\n“Yaas!” Courtney cried out, and the two teenagers high fived each other. They were the whores of my class, and without any skills not involving a cock, they had came desperately to me, straight A student and computer whiz to help them. \n\n“Well. I don’t really do scripts or editing or anything not for fun or as a favor to friends.” I said. “You’d probably want to go to an opening casting.”\n\n“And have them take some of our money? Miss me with that fam.” Norah said. “We’ll pay you, and when we’re famous we can like, set you up with a job or something.” \n\n“We’ll pay you $200 each if you write and produce a porno for us.” Courtney said. $400 could keep me fed for a month. I really don’t want to do this but community college was the best I can afford and I’m still struggling to make ends meet in my apartment. \n\n“Fine I’ll do it. Do either of you guys want any specifics or just a story to show off your acting and sex skills?” I asked. \n\n“Just bring us to the part where we can get fucked quickly.” Courtney said. \n\n... \n\nI had the scenes written up, and they had been approved by the bimbos. Norah was going to go first. Norah was of about average height, and was pretty average other than being fit and muscular in comparison to the average 19 year old who takes dick for a living. Our male actor, Brady, walks in while Norah is doing sit-ups, and Norah asks for him to hold her feet. We get a POV as Brady gets a look down her shirt as she comes up, and as she goes down, he “slips” and her legs shoot up. Her spread legs look inviting and Brady feigns surprise. Norah asks if he wants to try something else, he suggests a core workout, and Norah asks him to show her. They go to bed and sexy riding ensues. \n\nCourtney did a scene with the same guy, but she was very small and had perky little breasts and almost nothing to speak of ass wise. She had her scene start with her trying to reach a high object, and Brady holding it from her until she agrees to get fucked. The acting was shit and the sex didn’t last long, but I shopped it all together and gave them both their shitty 5 minutes amateur pornos. \n\nIn the end I got 400 bucks and “short film editor, producer, director, and writer” added to my resume. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sexy Story Time
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"content": "At a clothing optional school one girl decides two rules for herself once genius her friend devises a cure for std/sti's that spreads otherwise just like one.\n\n1) I will not wear clothes for any reason except to avoid frostbite (and even then if It's only a short walk i wont bother)\n\n2) I will NEVER deny someone sex, public or private (double checked the local laws abd school rules can't do anything about it.)\n\nAnd a third trial rule 3) make every effort to be the girl who gets \"raped\" (in quotation marks 'cause im not sure if it counts when I'm going with that in mind...) at the phrat party every time, hopefully saving another girl.\n\nI recognize this is pushing your boundries at the very least, if i crossed a line Don't feel bad about saying no to me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] ...And then, as I turned around, I suddenly found myself looking up at the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen in my life!
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"content": "The Minotaur seized me, and I looked at its cock, it was easily the size of my leg! The long black rod stood at attention, and when it turned me away from it, my holes facing towards it, I knew I was going to be in a lot of pain. I felt a searing pain as I took a foreign object the size of a baseball bat in my ass, and I cried out as he pushed deeper and deeper into me, I felt something inside of me tear and I panicked as he entered a crevice he certainly wasn’t supposed to be in, but it was too late. He kept fucking me as I saw my skin go pale and I was dizzy. As I drifted out of conscience I felt what I thought was my small intestine slide past the massive cock and against the side of my Asshole. I never woke up. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sub-dom relationship between a human and a fairy.
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"content": "\"Tinkerbell is to blame.\"\n\nMelanie jabbed her finger into the air ahead of her as she paced the tabletop of the work bench. The determined stamp of her spike heels clacked like a metronome. Her wings trembled behind her like an epileptic dragonfly. Her heated monologue sputtered to a temporary halt, though her pace from one end of the bench to the other didn't falter.\n\nWilliam, for his part, tried desperately to focus on his work. His lower back ached. His neck was tense. Mel hadn't asked for a response, though she might be trying to bait him into one. He peered through the magnifying glass. He hunched over the rig, originally intended for tying fly fishing flies, and tried to calm his hands. The manacles didn't help.\n\nMel found her voice again. For a fairy, she had a very deep, husky voice - which is to say it was about an octave higher than a typical soprano. \"Do you know how fucking hard it is to undo all of the fucking stereotypes Walt Disney managed to stamp into the public consciousness with that one, stupid cunt?\"\n\nWilliam hadn't initiated the conversation, of course. That wasn't part of the dynamic. He wasn't even really participating in it. It wasn't really even a conversation. He strained to make sure his next knot was perfect. It would be easier to keep the his hands steady if Mel wasn't striving to ratchet the tension up all the way to eleven. \n\nMel turned, pacing back under the yellow arc the work lamp cast. \"How fucking demeaning - when Hook traps her in the lantern. It's no wonder we've got a whole generation that can't fathom anything other than stupid, thoughtless servility.\" She meant fairies. Finding one of her kind, with her particular set of proclivities, was uncommon to say the least. It was so much easier to find a fairy that would be perfectly content to be kept like a pet - dressed in doll clothes, boarded in a bird cage, or any of the other fashionable fetishes that seemed to sprout up like toadstools after a rainy day.\n\nSometimes, like now, William struggled to remind himself how lucky he was. How he needed this. \n\n\"Do you know that we practically ruled the Celts? Graagh!\" Her wings shivered in impotent rage, causing aftershocks that caused her miniscule, bare breasts to jiggle.\n\nFinally a question. Dutifully, William answered, \"Yes ma'am.\"\n\nThe sound of his voice snapped her out of her tirade - refocused her on what she was really doing. \"Are you almost fucking done?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\" With tweezers, he cinched the final knot in the miniature pentagram harness. This was one of her favorite tasks. Those tiny fishnets Mel strutted in had taken painstaking weeks to complete. When his hand had slipped and he'd ruined the first attempt, Mel had heaped abuse on him. William didn't mind that. He relished that. His punishment had been the never-ending case of blue balls that had ensued until he got it right. Until he had, starting from scratch, completed the garment she desired.\n\nWilliam blinked his straining eyes to be sure. Then he concluded, \"I'm done, ma'am.\" In spite of the chill in the room, William felt a trickle of sweat slide down his bare ribs. She always commanded that he perform these tasks naked - probably as an invitation to distraction.\n\nMel wrinkled her nose. She would be looking for any excuse to vent the head of steam she had been building up during her vitriolic lament. For now, she contained that impulse, granting simply, \"Good.\"\n\nShe tossed her short, black hair, working her neck side to side as if to unkink a pulled muscle, then extended her arms upward. It was rare that William was allowed to touch her. It was part of his reward - part of this ritual she had constructed for him. \"Well?\" Though she injected vexation into her tone, this was her manner of showing affection.\n\nThe absurd disparity in their sizes was a crucible. It refined this aspect of their relationship. If William *really* wanted to, he could crush Melanie under his palm with no effort whatsoever. To do so - to even think that thought - was utterly anathema. With a human girl, sure, maybe he could physically overpower her, but there was always the possibility of a handgun or a baseball bat or some form of physical reprisal. With Mel, any such impurity had been burned away. They both knew that she owned his agency through no transaction other than his willful giving. When she didn't blink as he dressed her, didn't flinch or look away, that her confidence in that control never wavered in spite of what should have been a gross imbalance - it all reinforced that they both had made the right decision in one another.\n\nJust as a reminder, Mel viciously sank her teeth into the web of William's right hand between the thumb and forefinger. She could shake her head like a bulldog and do no more harm than a bee sting. William did his part. He didn't flinch away. He controlled his reaction to the violent outburst.\n\nMelanie finally released the loose fold of flesh with an exaggerated spitting sound, then stretched into her new accoutrements. She simply sniffed with a faint air of indignation. Twisting her torso first one way and then the other, she looked down at herself. Finally, she pronounced her verdict, \"It will do.\"\n\nWilliam heaved a sigh of relief, relishing in her scant approval. The chain connected to the manacles clinked as he dropped his wrists to the surface of the workbench. Maintaining the level of concentration necessary to manipulate such fine detail while also contending with an inconsolable erection was extremely taxing. Somehow deeply satisfying, but extremely taxing. The restraints wouldn't allow him enough slack to seek manual release, even if he had been tempted to try. \n\nMel knew how to read him well. She took her time with her smirk before the tiny heels clacked over to the edge of the tabletop. When she canted her head toward her shoulder and peered down into William's lap, she didn't reveal any satisfaction. If she fluttered down there, she could reach around his upright shaft with both arms and embrace it. William's cock stood roughly as tall as she did.\n\nShe asked, \"Do you think you did well?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"\n\n\"Do you think you deserve a reward?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am. Please, ma'am.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: October 2018
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"content": "I wasn’t religious. I went to church on sundays with my parents until I was 18, then I just didn’t go. Football started and I could usually have my homework done by kickoff of the noon games. This Sunday however, I was going to my girlfriend’s church. She was 20, just like me, had the sex drive of a teenaged boy, to the point where I was rejecting sex, and had her own place, where I slept multiple times a week. She told me on Thursday that I was gonna have to go to church with her on Sunday or the sex would stop. I figured she wouldn’t be too devout seeing as her primary source of protein was my semen, but she was really adamant. So there I was, dressed in slacks and a polo shirt ready to go to church. Ella got into the car wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt and I turned and looked at her and asked “the fuck are you wearing? Are we going to church or are you applying for a job at Hooters?”\n\n“No, we’re going to church, I overdressed a bit because it’s special to introduce new members to the church.” She said, and shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. It was about then when I realized she was serious and she was going to go to church in clothes that would get a woman stoned in Iraq.\n\nWe drove for half an hour, until Ella pulled into a parking lot with a small brick building. There was no cross on it and the sign in the yard read “St. Reid’s church of Eternal Pleasure.” I was 99% sure this was a Church themed strip club or some shit. Ella got out and lead me inside, and I’ll be fucking damned if we weren’t in the Narthex of a church. A couple ushers wearing yellow speedos were handing bulletins, which had these graphic pictures of sex positions and a sermon on Masturbation Addiction?!? It’s safe to say I was confused when I walked into the sanctuary to see all the pews were replaced with rows of beds, each covered with a soft white sheet, 3 white pillows, baby wipes, and a bag of condoms. At the altar was a bed, with all the features of the other beds, and a night stand with 2 holy grails, and a book on it.\n\nOff to the side was a choir, all in the nude, singing “Wasn’t Me” by Shaggy. A guy sat at a computer, which had a PowerPoint playing the lyrics, but also had porn gifs on every slide. We found a bed and I asked Ella “so what is this place?”\n\n“You read the sign, it’s basically a church of Sex, it’s the holiest act we can do and I thought it was time to introduce you to the faith.”\n\n“Cool. So did your parents bring you up in this?”\n\n“Yeah, little kids go downstairs and they have games they play, they’re supervised and not exposed to sex. Once you’re 10, you’re given the whole sex Ed and puberty talk over the course of a year, and are thoroughly educated until you’re 11. When you’re 11, you get to watch the services and are educated on masturbation. Once you reach the age of consent you’re partnered with another teenager and you stay with them or another teenager until you’re 18, then you join the general service. You grew up Christian so you pretty much understand the scripture, just know Jesus was like the Jeff Goldblum of his generation, but also a sex god, literally and spiritually, and ascended to heaven after being blueballed 3 times by Simon Peter, who refused to give him a brojob.”\n\n“This is completely fucked, but it still makes sense somehow.” I turned to ask her another question but I was interrupted by the priest starting.\n\n“At this time may all the little ones go downstairs with mother Sarah?” The pastor asked, and a bunch of children went and followed a woman wearing a white robe, several months pregnant, outside.\n\n“Let us begin with the scripture for this Sunday.” The priest said, opening the book on his nightstand. “Coitus 4:45-53, and as the blind woman sucked Jesus’ cock, he grew closer to orgasm until he commanded her ‘remove my member’ and she did. Jesus stroked his cock, and shot a jet of semen into each of the blind woman’s eyes and she hopped up and exclaimed ‘I can see! Thank you rabbi!’ And she told all the town of Jesus’ miracle.”\n\nHe closed the book and jumped into his lesson. “I think this passage shows us an important part of the ending of sex, the cumshot. Now we all can’t heal blindness with our sperm, but we can heal our souls and bring us closer to god. Now please assume your preferred praying positions.” I folded my hands and dropped my head, but Ella whispered “you moron praying is sex, we gotta bang RN.” Yeah she said RN instead of right now, she’s weird. Regardless of her lexicon, I stripped like I was Kahlil Mack, and started nailing her doggy style. Other couples and even a gay couple were going at it. A group of lesbians had split up and joined the gay guys to receive a load to the face. “When you reach orgasm, pull out and unload your semen on her face, make sure to coat it evenly, and do not wipe it until she has licked all she can. I kept thrusting until I was almost there, and then pulled out of Ella and she dropped to her knees off the side of the bed, and I walked up to her, stroking my cock and I ejaculated onto her awaiting face. She had closed her eyes and mouth, and I shot ropes of cum down onto her face, the first and third hitting the bridge of her nose and her forehead, the second shooting to the far corner of her right eye, and the final hitting the bottom of her eye and her upper lip. As my cum ran down her face, into her blonde hair and onto her eyelids and cheeks, she opened her mouth and licked up as much of the white stuff as she could, until I went over and applied a wipe to get my seed out of her eyes, I left the stuff on her hair and forehead, as she told me to do. She then popped my cock, which was returning to flaccid size, back in her mouth and she sucked me clean. I sat down and realized the only people to finish had been the teenagers off to the side. Everyone else was still pounding and I blushed as Ella consoled me. We waited about 10 minutes(!!) until everyone had finished and cleaned up. Most of the women had dried cum on their faces, white streaks running vertically across their forehead, nose, and outer cheeks.\n\nThe priest said to us all. “Amen.” And we echoed it back to him. He said “Hannah, it is time.” And a woman who could only be described as a supermodel stepped from behind the bed at the altar, completely nude. My dick, raw and battered from all the sex in the last few weeks, still managed to get a stiffy for her that I would have thought impossible. The priest removed his robe and revealed the longest cock I had ever seen. This was the cock Danny Devito spoke about when he “dropped his magnum condom.” Only this monster dong could choke a giraffe.\n\n“Today’s worshipping tip is going to be the Full Nelson.” He said, lying back on the bed. He still wore a microphone with the wire taped to his hip. Hottie Hannah laid down on top of him, her legs straight up in the air, and her perfect pussy and asshole were exposed for me to see and I nearly came from the sight alone. The priest grabbed Hannah’s legs, and pulled them at the knees until he could clasp his hands together behind her head. Hannah showed no signs of pain in a move that was banned in almost all wrestling competitions short of the WWE. He adjusted his position and pushed his cock in her bum, and Hannah let out a cry of pain that made you feel pity for her until you realized she was probably Aphrodite. The priest walked us through the full Nelson, and I found Ella was maybe one of the 5 women in the room who was flexible enough to do it. I put her in the position and slipped it in, only to nut instantaneously, and let out maybe two or three weak shots of cum into her asshole. Ella went over to another couple who was struggling with it, and walked them through it with her as the woman, and the man thanked her and started fucking her. I felt jealous that Ella was taking it from another man but I understood that was how things worked here.\n\nOnce that was done we listened to a prayer about the risks of getting addicted to jacking off, and then came holy Cumunion. The priest held up the first grail, which was filled with semen, and poured a small amount onto each woman’s pussy, then came with a grail of lube, and lathered up all the men’s cocks.\n\nWe ended the church service with a sex session and we cuddled until everyone finished and we could leave.\n\nIt was 1:00 when we got out so I missed kickoff for the Bears’ game, but I didn’t really care because I did get an awesome new religion, and Ella committed to letting me move in with her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s your wedding night. You’ve been saving yourself for this night. Too bad your new bride has been keeping a secret from you, one you don’t discover until you undress her.
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"content": "(I hope that comics count as supernatural)\n\nIt had been a lovely day at the School for Gifted Youngsters. Storm had been kind enough to make sure that any clouds parted around the school while we held our marriage ceremony. Catie’s twin sister, who had the same name before becoming a nun, officiated the ceremony in an oddly progressive yet Catholic wedding. Numerous X-Men and lesser mutants were in attendance; a few young girls laid flowers in the aisle and Jean Gray acted as a sort of ring bearer, floating the rings in front of us for the entire ceremony. Mystique is here somewhere too, but I couldn’t figure out who she was today. We were well known in the community; Catie was a psychiatrist for mutants and I work in politics with the delegation.\n\nDespite knowing that we were both mutants, we also knew that our powers weren’t obvious. As a result, we made a pact with each other not to reveal our powers until we had tied the knot. And since it had been a bit of a whirlwind romance, we felt comfortable holding off on any real intimacy until after the wedding. Sure, we had done some making out and heavy petting, but we kept the other stuff off limits until we truly belonged to each other.\n\nWe stood on the altar, staring into each other’s eyes with our hands linked together. I pinched hers a little, eliciting a fluttering of the eyes and a smile. She didn’t know it yet, but I had already started to use my powers on her. “The couple has decided to write their own vows today, reflecting their love for each other as well as their powers. Sean, why don’t you start.”\n\nI cleared my throat and said “Catie, I love you and always will. The scriptures say there is a time to laugh, a time to cry, a time to live and a time to die, and as long as you’re with me I’ll be forever thine.” \n\nCatie responded, “Sean, a marriage is about giving 100% of yourself to someone else, but for me that’s not enough. I’m prepared to give 1,000% of myself or more to you. If you lead the way, I’ll be your crew.”\n\nI was a bit confused by her line, but I loved it, and drew her in close for a kiss. I held her tight and as we parted I could tell she felt the ecstasy that I felt too. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, as all we were thinking about was unwrapping the greatest wedding gift of the day, each other. When it was all over, we sprinted down the aisle hand in hand, not stopping for pictures and heading straight inside to consummate our bond. \n\nAs I began to peel off her clothes, Catie asked me what my powers were. “Well it’s simple, really. I can control other people’s emotions. It’s super useful with politicians because I can fill them with a sense of dread towards a political issue, more or less pushing them towards a desired outcome. Today, I used it a bit on you to make sure you stayed relaxed, but I can also make you hornier than average.” As I released the last clasp of her dress and let it fall down in front of me, I followed up with “And if I really focus my energy, I can do much more interesting things.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss, focusing my energy on her and sending her body into convulsions with an extreme orgasm. Her hips bucked and she whined, falling to the floor in ecstasy. “Now tell me, what is your power?”\n\n“You’ll see,” she said, struggling to her knees and unbuckling my belt. She pulled out my cock and began to stroke it with her hands, giving little kisses as she went up and down the shaft. “Close your eyes and let me work my magic!” I did as I was instructed, removing my necktie and blinding myself. Then I placed my hands on her head and moved it back and forth on my cock. After a minute of bliss, I noticed she was somehow more dexterous than any woman ever had been. She was somehow holding my legs with both hands, stroking my dick with both hands, and sucking my dick, seemingly while also tongue flicking my balls. I pulled the blindfold off to see two Catie’s going to town on my dick. The excitement was too much to bear and I busted on her face, the two of them sharing my load and licking it off of each other. “Wow, Catie, that was amazing! How did you sneak Mystique in here?”\n\nCatie looked at me with a look of disgust, then her frown turned upside down and they both laughed and said in unison: “Oh no, hahaha, it’s not Mystique!”\n\n“Who is it then, you sister?”\n\n“Haha, good guess and technically not wrong, but no.” Once again, they both said it at the same time, echoing each other. “The truth is much more interesting than that. Watch closely Sean.” As I watched, the two girls before me merged into one, then split apart into three. “Have you ever heard of Multiple Man? Well I’m his daughter and I can split myself into multiple copies. If I want to, I can split off certain characteristics onto other copies, like I did with Sister Catherine. I gave her all of the shy, religious, strict characteristics and kept the free spirited, spontaneous, and sexual characteristics for myself.”\n\n“Wow, that’s amazing!” I replied. “Are there any other copies of yourself out there I should know about?”\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I hid in the bathroom to cum cause my roommate had her annoying friends over again, but in my haste I forgot to lock the door…
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"content": "\"For fuck sakes...\"\n\nKyle quietly whispered to himself. His cock stood erect as he laid on his bed, trying to ignore the noise from his roommates \"study part\". \n\n\"I just wanna cum is that so hard.\"\n\nHe peeked out his door and snuck into the bathroom, closing the door. He sat on the toilet, his cock starting to soften a little. He took it in his hand and slowly start to stroke it.\n\nHe thought back to when the shapely, redheaded Latina from his Intro to Music Theory course gave the longest, sloppiest blowjob he'd ever received. He remembered that small trace of an accent as she talked dirty. For ten minutes she sucked his cock, soaking it in spit and lipstick until he filled her mouth with his load...\n\nBack in his bathroom in the present, he came a nice load. He sat for a moment with his eyes closed as his cum settled on his stomach. He panted as a few more drops pumped out and ran down his shaft. \n\nThen he heard the wooing. They had watched the entire time. Now he sat there, sticky, embarrassed and even more horny then before."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A porn video that's so good, a quick glimpse of it makes a person instantly seduced.
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"content": "There was a woman with Titan breasts and semi-truck nipples in the video. The video of my life—\n\n(I’m equipped with optical implants so it works for this writing prompt.)\n\n—which had me staring at her bubble ass as she walked inside a high standing building. Into a muted hallway with industrial colors. I worked in the same building so I followed via the video feed in my eyes.\n\n(And I could be a robot so technically my real consciousness was like in a server room or whatever.)\n\nWe were alone in an elevator. Her skin as black as my lungs.\n\n(I was a heavy smoker so I sort of figured. Her skin was very smooth, and she smelled like a freshly mowed lawn—which was quite an appealing scent to me.)\n\nDescending to the basement, I croaked, “Oh, I didn’t notice this was going down. I go up.”\n\nHer voice cracked as well, “Me too. I wanted more time with you.”\n\nLooking at me, her black eyes burning my blue eyes in an ocean of euphoric blood that rushed into my penis. I knew I had to have her. Her breasts spilling pulse orgasms. My virility implants impregnating her like a strong orgasm from my youth. She had optical implants of her own and projected her bubble ass slamming into my stomach, while her legs and insides ate me.\n\n(Women in the future have octopus suction cup DNA laced with their genetics so they have them on the inside of their vagina.)\n\n“Which floor are you on?” I asked.\n\n“47. What about you?” \n\n“I want to make a stop off at 69.” \n\n(Although in all honesty, I worked on 74.)\n\n“You know I like tips, mister. Very generous gentlemen.)\n\nThe projections of her eyes synced with the embedded sensors that handled my virility implants. This woman had complete control over my erections. More sex was in my head.\n\n“I don’t know miss...”\n\n“Don’t trust me?”\n\nI didn’t feel like lying so I said, “Well, yeah.”\n\n“Oh so just cause I’m black I’m a cop?!”\n\n“What? No! I just didn’t think you were a call girl.”\n\n“Call woman.” The woman with semi-truck nipples spat. “I don’t like this racist shit either. I work just like any other white girl out there. I deserve to be treated with respect.”\n\n“I really didn’t...”\n\n“White privilege white boy!”\n\nI felt kind of bad so I said, “Okay, I didn’t mean it. Look, I’ll pay. Let’s get off at 69.”\n\nThe woman smiled and was happy. \n\nWe rode the elevator to floor 69 in silence. I had a permanent erection. The woman appeared calm. \n\nThe doors opened at 69 and a group of cops pointed their guns at me. “You’re under arrest,” the woman beside me said.\n\n(But since I was a robot I put my consciousness back in the server room or whatever.)\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I told my gf I want her to sleep with other men
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"content": "**Part 1/2**\n\n”How about him?” She asked and I tried to follow her sightline.\n\n”Who?” \n\n”On the left there, next to the short one.”\n\n“He definitely looks strong.”\n\n“Wanna go ask him for me honey?”\n\nI scratched my cheek and blushed a bit as her brilliant smile broke any resistance I might have. “Okay, I’ll go have a talk with him.” I said and got up, only for her to grab me by the sleeve.\n\n“One second honey.” The playful look in her eyes told me she was enjoying herself. She shifted in her seat as she rummaged around a bit under the table before packing something soft into my hand. “Give him that from me.” She winked, turning just as red as I did.\n\n“You’re having way too much fun already.” I smirked and gave her a kiss before I headed up to the bar. \n\n---\n\n“Hey man, this seat taken?” Not exactly a Shakespearian opening line but it got me the seat and a quick introduction later had me his name: Joshua, a semi professional baseball player and he was there with Lee, his teammate. They were from out of town and were heading back in the morning, having finished their game that afternoon.\n\n“So I’m actually here with my girlfriend, Zoe.” I dropped after a few minutes and nodded to where she sat at a lonely table.\n\n“Nice looking girl.” Joshua smiled. “You’re lucky.”\n\n“Yeah well…” I hesitated, making sure Lee was busy chatting with the bartender. “She asked me to give you this.” I handed him the gift under the bar and he snuck a peak down at it, the red thong looking even smaller than usual in his large hands. \n\nJoshua gave me a look I couldn’t quite interpret and then turned to glance at Zoe again. She locked eyes with him and ran her tongue around the head of her beer bottle. The smile on Joshua’s lips when he turned back to me was unmistakable. “I’m not leaving my bro behind though.” He noted and gave Lee a nudge and began to talk in hushed whispers to him.\n\nI looked slightly panicked between the two of them and Zoe, giving her a quick questioning glance and holding up two fingers while nodding to the two of them deep in discussion as Joshue showed Lee the thong. I swear I could see her shiver from across the room as Lee and Joshua looked back at her together, she licked her lips and uncrossed her legs, the shadows hiding the details but not the fact that they were in fact holding her underwear. The smirk on both of their faces when they turned to me was more than enough answer from them.\n\n“We’ve rented a room upstairs for when you’re all ready.” I muttered and felt myself turning red again as the two pals toasted my beer before heading over to Zoe’s table to get to know her, leaving me alone at the bar."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As human-alien relations become more comfortable, you’re about to make history by having sex with one.
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"content": "The training facility to travel to Planet CrossFit to make sweet sex to their aliens was alarmingly complex. Walls constructed in a wave of pixelated squares; an illuminated screen manifested digitally by neon lights. I was surrounded and alone; the woman with semi-truck nipples and titan tits was gone; from the artificial lights, a blueprint formed, and from there nanobots manifested in such a great number that they synthesized a robot head. Bald, full of gears, glowing eyes.\n\n\"Take a seat.\" It said with a mechanical vocal tone. \n\nAnd I sat\n\nThe illuminated screen played a cheesy workout beat, put a coach on screen, did a 180 of a gym with people dressed by normal society standards. The coach was a neck beard with a figure hugging tank top and high rise teal socks. He walked for a good while, smiling at the camera sporadically, clicking his tongue, spinning. Until he stopped and looked at me. As if directly at me.\n\n\"Hey, you! Are you sick and fucking tired of trying to suck on your own penis, only to find out it's too small?\"\n\nI didn't say anything.\n\n\"Well guess what. You don't have to settle for not sucking on your penis.\"\n\n\"I don't?\" I had to ask.\n\n\"Oh, fuck no!\" The man replied, walking to the side and grabbing a CrossFit band. \"With our noose tying class, anyone can suck on their own penis.\"\n\nNow I was curious.\n\n“If you want to be accepted into CrossFit, you have to give in to peer pressure. \n\nThe coach walked to the right, the screen transitioned to an Asian man hanging upside down. There was a bit in his mouth (what would be given to a horse). The Asian man looked focused. A little scared. He held onto two phallic rods in each hand. Women on either side of him held thin sticks. Their breasts were titan like, but their nipples were minute like mopeds. \n\n\"This is Ching Bing.\" The coach exclaimed. \"He's just learning our anthem. He's fresh meat, but he knows what CrossFit is all about. And right now he's going to actualize everything he's learned.\"\n\nThe coach removed the bit from the man's mouth. The Asian man screamed with a thick Asian accent, \"If I tie noose around my neck...\" he pulled his head to his feet; coming back down the women slapped his stomach with the thins sticks, with Japanese war howls similar to the earlier burpees. \"With CrossFit band to suck my dick...\" another pull up; Japanese war howls with the descension, \"and if I still can't suck my dick...\" pull up and the women really pounded his tight abs, \"then I must have real small dick.\"\n\nThe coach looked directly at me again, \"But that's A oh fucking okay, because here at CrossFit, we stop at nothing to suck on our own dicks. That's the CrossFit way of life. No fast food. No erectile dysfunction. No eating disorders. No prolapsed vaginas. Fuck that!\"\n\nThe coach seemed to walk into a transition slash time warp. The Asian man looked changed, maybe older since he had a beard now; he was successfully going down on himself. \n\nThe coach rubbed him on the shoulders, tears streaming down his face, the coach looked at the screen—again, it felt like his gaze was directly on me. \"Just a few short months and Ching Bing has hit mastery. Sucks his duck more than women. True CrossFit. The only CrossFit.\"\n\nI asked aloud, \"So that's all there is to it? Sucking your own dick?\"\n\n\"You ask some stupid fucking questions,\" The coach said, his brow furrowed. \"I still haven't shown you our RX or Elite CrossFitters.\" \n\nThat’s when the alien woman appeared. Thin waist, marbled ass. She had two breasts, but each was a cow utter. So like 6-8 nipples to each breasts, or 12-16 in total. \n\n“My breasts pulse orgasm. I hope you’re ready.” The alien said. \n\nThe world was watching.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I never understood why my girlfriend complained so much about the size of her boobs. She never understood my fascination with titty-fucking. It all changed one day when a wish for little empathy unexpectedly worked its magic.
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"content": "Millie was sleeping next to me, breathing lightly through her nose. She always slept on her side, never on her back; her breasts weighed down too heavily on her chest for that to be comfortable.\n\nShe often voiced her ills and aches regarding her bust; she was one of the one-in-a-million girls graced with natural J cup breasts, and with an otherwise fit and trim figure to boot, at 128 lbs. I somewhat understood where she was coming from with her complaints, such as back pain and the ever present weight pressing down on her in bed...\n\nBut I still preferred to think positive. She was an amazing person even without the incredible breasts, but I hated hearing her talk so scornfully about some of her best physical features. \n\nMy own breathing slowed and my eyes drifted shut; the last thing I remembered were the words she'd murmured to me a few minutes before, as she was falling asleep:\n\n\"I just wish... that you... understood how I... feel...\"\n\n​\n\n\"Morning baby...\"\n\nI yawned. \"Hey, love. Sleep well?\"\n\nShe grimaced. \"No. You know how badly I've been sleeping lately.\"\n\nShe glanced down at my chest suddenly, then reached out and pinched me. I yelped, and she grinned.\n\n\"You should try quitting all those snacks you eat every day. You're gonna get bigger titties than mine if you keep it up.\"\n\nI brushed her hand away, wincing at the throbbing pain where she'd pinched me. \"Well that'd be a shame, wouldn't it? You don't want to lose your throne as the Queen Under the Mountains to a shrimp like me would you?\"\n\n\"Worst Hobbit reference I've ever heard, James. You can do better than that.\" she said playfully.\n\n\"I'm not so sure about that.\"\n\nWe lay in bed for a few more minutes, feeling each other's warmth as the January morning air snapped at us.\n\n\" Baby.\" she said suddenly.\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"It's Saturday.\"\n\n\"Yeahhh?\"\n\nShe grabbed me by the head and pulled my face into her breasts, giggling, and said:\n\n\"Fuck me right here, and you get to do anything you want to these tits.\"\n\n\"Hmmm...\" I said, the sound buzzing from within her breasts, making her giggle even more. \"Ok, then. Deal.\"\n\nThe whole time I was on top of her, I was imagining what was to come afterward. Millie wasn't the moaning type, but she gasped like no one else. She had her arms wrapped around my waist, almost hanging off of me as I pulled out. She let go, falling backward into the sheets, and planted her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed them tight as I slid in between them. She craned her neck forward and beckoned with her tongue, straining to get past her enormous tits as she tried to get her lips around my cock. \n\nI don't like to toot my own horn, but it was long enough to manage.\n\nHer breasts were warm and soft against my shaft, pillowy and supple as I thrust in and out, until I could feel myself about to finish. Millie closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swallowing after a moment, then spitting off the side of the bed.\n\n\"Ack... I don't know why I agree to do that every time. Too salty.\" she said after lying there for a few minutes, with me sprawled on top of her, face planted firmly in her bust, loving every second.\n\n\"Baby... Baby get off... I can't breathe.\" she gasped.\n\n\"Five more minutes...\" I mumbled from the depths.\n\n\"Off.\" she groaned, shoving me away and sitting up. She lowered her feet off the bed and winced at the cold, before disappearing into the bathroom to shower.\n\n​\n\nI rolled over onto my back, completely spent. The spot where she'd pinched me still ached, which struck me as odd. I ran a hand over my chest, squeezing the area in question.\n\nThere was a lot more to squeeze than I'd anticipated. Maybe I *was* getting fat.\n\n​\n\nMillie walked into the kitchen a little while later to find me throwing all the potato chips and other snack foods into the trash. She raised an eyebrow at me.\n\n\"I was kidding earlier, you know. You don't have to get rid of all of it at once, baby.\"\n\nI didn't stop. The ache in my chest wouldn't go away, and something felt off down... down *there.*\n\n\"Baby?\"\n\nI felt it twitch. My eyes widened and I looked up to see Millie's face contort. She put a hand to her crotch, putting her legs together as if she'd been kicked.\n\n\"Ow... owwww ow ow ow...\" she yelped. \n\nMy chest was burning, and something was definitely happening in my pants. I shoved a hand down the front to find out what was happening, only to feel it... *shrinking.* Or rather collapsing, getting sucked inside me like a sock turned inside out.\n\nAs if that weren't enough, my chest had begun swelling, the burning sensation had spread across their entirety, and I felt myself tip forward. I flailed my arms around to try and regain my balance, but failed, and I crashed to the floor in a heap. The yelp that came out of me was a lot higher than I'd expected.\n\nI tried to get up, but my chest had ballooned up to a massive size. It was unbearably heavy, and I gave up my feeble efforts quickly.\n\n\"Baby?\" I heard Millie exclaim softly. I craned my neck upward, and saw her crouching over me; something was different though.\n\nI gazed at her, horror-stricken, as I realized what was missing.\n\n\"Millie... baby... your tits are gone.\"\n\nShe looked down in surprise. \"Really?\" She clapped a hand to her chest, feeling herself all over to confirm her suspicions that she was flat as a book. A smile spread across her face.\n\n\"Oh my god... this is... this...\"\n\n\"This is awful.\" I stated. \n\n\"NO! Baby, I've had to deal with those monsters since I was fucking 17. I've wanted to get rid of them for ages. But you kept convincing me to keep them. Now though...\"\n\nShe stopped. She clapped a hand on her crotch, and then yelled, nearly gagging as she rolled on the ground. After a few moments she felt herself again, more gingerly this time.\n\n\"Wait... you were right. This is awful.\" My eyes widened as I realized what she meant.\n\n\"Baby... I have a dick.\"\n\n​\n\n​\n\n*I'll write more if you guys want, but it's late, so I'll stop here.*\n\n​\n\n​\n\n​"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: ‘Ding’ your phones ring “you’ve been chosen!congratulations!you no longer have human rights miss Larose”
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"content": "I looked down at the phone and re-read the text to make sure what I was reading was correct, and it was. I looked up from my phone and looked over at everyone else at the dinner table, this was the last time I would see all of them like this, and the last time I would eat dinner around the table with my family. \n\n\n\"Sweetie, put down your phone, what have I told you about having phone's at the table?\" My dad said to me as we locked eyes. \n\n\nI rolled my eyes as I normally did, and set my phone on the table, faced down. That night they came to get me, and what did I do? Slipped outside without a waking up a single soul in the house. My phone in my hand and my bag with some 'runaway essentials' in the other hand, I skipped to the end of the driveway and got into the van that was waiting for me. Of course, the bag was just to get them to think I had ran away, once we got to the river, I threw my bag and my phone over. \n\n\nI think about that night sometimes, on nights when it doesn't hurt to think that is. \n\n\nThat night I had signed up to become a public-use sex doll. Essentially, I'd be permanently collared and tied to a pole, naked in public places, and any/every tax payer and an all access pass to any of my holes. To make me more appealing, they'd pumped by tits to F cups, even stuck something in my ass to make it bigger. My lips too, that, and some permanent make up. Of course, I didn't know what I looked like, I only really caught glimpses of myself when they'd put me in public places that had mirrors or really clean windows. \n\n\nAt first, things were rocky, a lot of the tax-payers that would put me to use were guys who didn't have a lot of luck with women. Old, fat, ugly... often painfully rough and incredibly creepy. Of course, consent didn't count because I wasn't a person anymore, so they would get what they wanted, I would be left bruised, battered and aching. Thankfully whatever branch of government was in-charge of me and... things like me decided it would be best to put us on drugs. So they started with meal-replacement they started pumping us full of aphrodisiacs, painkillers, some kind of permanent Plan B, and some injection that made it easy to cum. \n\n\nThat last one really helped, it made me cum harder and faster than my first time with my only real boyfriend. \n\n\nWhat can I say? I became something of a fan-favourite. I went from crying after sex to ~~wanting~~ needing more. One cock turned into two, and two turned into three. Eventually I'd just be out in the open, leashed to a pole as some guy who was willing to fuck in public would just mount me and go to town. I couldn't do much about other than cum and beg for more like a greedy hooker, except I wasn't getting paid for this at all. Sometimes it was one guy, sometimes it was two of them, and sometimes it'd be a group. When it got too cold outside, they'd put me somewhere warm-ish, shopping mall food court, They weren't ever gentle, I would always get beat, slapped, kicked, spat on. Of course, no one would actually hurt me, because then they'd get charged with destruction of public property. \n\n\nDo I enjoy it? Fuck yes. But only because I'm programmed to, everything feels good, everything makes me cum, and I'm addicted at this point, if I don't my daily itch scratched, I'll beg people to come fuck me, I need it. The more cocks the merrier, the bigger the cock the better. There are days were I'm constantly rally-fucked by every passerby, and there are days I'll only get a 5-6 people a day. On Thursday's the Mayor puts on a face mask and comes to see me, he doesn't last very long and he also has a thing for my feet. I pretend I don't know who he is. ^(Don't tell his wife.) \n\n\nIt's exhilarating, being shamed in public. Constantly called names and taken pictures of, having videos recorded of me. Once I managed to fit three guys in my asshole, apparently that video went viral. Every cock feels good, every slap, every cuss word. The attention is flattering too. Watching people walk by as I get railed, watching eyes get covered while other eyes are glued, feeling so emotionally worthless but so physically good at the same time. There's not like it. \n\n\nNot to mention the cum, the sheer volume of cum, the tastes, textures, that feeling of having a cock fuck my cum filled holes. Having man after man fill my holes without fear pregnancy, it sends chills down my spine. By now, I've probably had more dinners replaced by the cum I swallow than the actual registered meal replacements. \n\n\nSpeaking of dinners, mom and dad found out. Yea, I was on the street corner, attached to to the fire hydrant, moaning like a whore as this old man was fucking my ass. I think he was fat, I could feel the weight on his stomach on my back. Meanwhile, his friend was cumming on my face, that when I saw him. \n\n\nMy dad. \n\n\nI locked eyes with my dad, he was with my mom and my brother. \n\n\nWhat did I do? What could I do? I squirted hard and asked for more. I got more, after the hold man finished in my ass, he got under me and I rode his cock so hard that I had another orgasm and passed out. When I woke up, I was alone, covered in cum and bruises, the parents left some food by me, I didn't eat it. \n\n\nThey came back a couple times, eventually my brother, who now is probably on his way to college, stopped showing up. His friends would come see me from time to time though. Eventually mom stopped showing up too. \n\n\nBut dad, dad still shows up, and just watches. Usually from a distance, he just watches me fuck the old, the dirty, the fat, the ugly, the cripple, and the occasional stud too. I put on a show whenever dad comes to watch. \n\n\nWhy did I sign up to have my rights taken away? Who knows. Maybe if dad wasn't beating mom, I wouldn't have. Maybe if mom wasn't cheating, I wouldn't have... but like I said, who knows. \n\n\nDo I enjoy it? Fuck yes. But does it matter how I feel? Fuck no. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy hits on an immortal at a bar.
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"content": "Phil took another glance outside before stepping into The Crucible, his favorite bar on Court Street. The rain bounced off the awning above the entrance with a steady patter before finally draining to the sides in rivulets of grey water. He walked into the noisy bar and took an open stool in the back corner near the well. Cindy was working tonight and if he was sweet on her, she might comp him a drink or two. The night was young, so he opened a tab and ordered a local porter. It was sweet and malty, not like IPAs and their race to the bitterest ends. As he lowered the pint glass, he noticed a woman entering the bar. Her black overcoat looked soaked through but as she hung it by the door, Phil noticed her tailored white suit looked dry as a bone. Her dark brown hair was done in a pixie cut, which framed her pale face and neck. \n\n*She must be a corporate drone*, he thought. Certainly Des Moines had plenty of professionals but few locals hung out on Court Street on a weeknight. *She's probably from out of town*.\n\nShe admired the interior of the bar, the dark mahogony paneling, stained glass, and stamped copper ceiling, before sitting at a table across from Phil's stool. \n\nPhil took another swig of liquid courage then walked over. \"Pardon me, ma'am, but would you like some company? First round's on me.\"\n\nHer eyes darted all over him for a couple seconds before she responded with a broad smile. \"Yes, I would like that. Could you bring me an old fashioned?\" she replied, with an accent Phil could not place, thought definitely not Iowan. He went over to Cindy to refresh his drink and order the cocktail.\n\n\"Hey Cindy, have you seen that woman in here before?\" he asked, trying to act nonchalant. Cindy nodded and motioned for Phil to lean in closer. \n\n\"Yeah, she's been coming since Sunday,\" Cindy said quietly. \"I think she's a consultant or something. *European*, I think? She looks like David Bowie.\" Cindy handed the drinks to Phil and he walked back with \"The Man Who Sold The World\" playing in his mind. \n\n*I spoke into his eyes: I'd thought you died alone, a long long time ago...*\n\n\"By the way, my name's Phil,\" he said, sitting down. He wiped the condensation from his hand and offered a handshake.\n\n\"Enn,\" she replied as she proffered her hand. \"Thank you for your um...hospitality.\"\n\n\"Enn...now that's a name you don't hear around these parts. What are you?\" he crudely asked before catching himself. \"I mean, where are you from?\"\n\n\"Oh, I forget sometimes you know. I've travelled the world more times than I care to remember,\" she replied.\n\n\"You're Dutch, right? Is that it?\" he insisted. \"You've definitely got some Norwegian in you.\"\n\nShe took a long slow pull on her Old Fashioned. She let the pile of ice chips collapse under their own weight, entombing the cherry like a wooly mammoth. Or a sabre-toothed tigress. Enn wasn't going to him the opportunity to deliver the punchline unless he wanted to make it really awkward. \n\nHe did: \"do you want a little more in you?\"\n\nEnn fished out the cherry using her middle and index finger. Phil watched in silence as she licked off the liquor, then slowly pushed it, flesh and stem, into her tight mouth. Under the table, she let her foot ease out of a shoe and lifted it along the inseam of his jeans. Phil couldn't believe his incredible luck as her toes circled past his knees and slid closer to his crotch. Enn stuck out her tongue, retrieving the stem, impossibly folded into a Celtic knot. At the same time, she slowly pressed her foot into his groin, causing his jaw to drop. Enn took the opportunity to spit the intact cherry into his gaping maw. The rapid succession of events was too much for Phil to process. He didn't know if he was horny or choking to death. The building pain in his throat convinced him that it was the latter. Phil rose up, wide eyed and panicking. He looked around the room, desperately pointing at his neck but no one seemed to know what he needed. He turned back to face Enn but she vanished from her seat.\n\n\"Oh Phil,\" he heard whispered into his ear. \"I thought we could have SO. MUCH. FUN.\" She punctuated her statements with the Heimlich maneuver. The cherry flew out his mouth with a trail of saliva in an arc before landing in a drink at the bar. The drink's owner turned around and stood, more than a little annoyed. He looked like an ogre, if ogres shopped at JC Penney formal menswear. \n\n\"Have fun with your nordic friend,\" she said before she slipped away. \n\n***\n\n*Comments and feedback would be appreciated.*\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An erotica author finds themselves lacking ideas for stories, so they hire a dominatrix for some "inspiration".
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"content": "Amanda leaned forward and pounded her head on her keyboard in frustration. She had suffered from writer's block in the past, but this was too much! Days sitting in front of the computer with nothing to show for it!\n\nA knock on her apartment door made her jump, and she crossed the living room to open it.\n\n\"Hey sis,\" Megan greeted and entered. \"Jeez, what's wrong with you?\"\n\nMegan, in her mid-twenties, was the kind of woman men stopped to stare at. Hell, even some women. Tall and lean with long, red hair, Megan was gorgeous. Their mother had entered her in beauty pageants as a young girl, and Megan always was in the top winners. Amanda on the other hand, was short and overweight with raven hair. Guys only talked to her so she could introduce her to Megan.\n\n\"Writer's block,\" she grumbled.\n\n\"Another one of your smutty stories?\" Megan teased.\n\n\"Like you should talk,\" Amanda snapped.\n\nMuch to the horror of their family, Megan was a professional dominatrix and worked at a local BDSM studio.\n\n\"I brought you dinner,\" Megan announced and held a bag of Chinese take-out up.\n\nThey settled down at Amanda's small table and ate while catching up on the week's gossip.\n\n\"Hey! I've got an idea,\" Megan said. \"Come down to the studio. Maybe it'll inspire you.\"\n\n\"That's gross,\" Amanda rebutted.\n\n\"You've not been to the new place. It's really nice.\"\n\n\"No thanks.\"\n\nMegan shrugged. \"Suit it yourself.\"\n\nFor the next two days Amanda went to the park, to the museum, and wandered about the city trying to find inspiration to no avail. On the brink of despair, she found herself in an upscale part of town standing before a non-descript building that resembled many of the other offices around it.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she pushed through the door.\n\nA pleasant looking woman sat behind a desk dressed in what Amanda considered casual business attire - a white top with a blue cardigan and khaki pants.\n\n\"May I help you,\" she asked.\n\n\"Uh... Is Megan around?\"\n\n\"She's with a client at the moment. Could someone else help you?\"\n\nAmanda blushed. \"I'm her sister.\"\n\nThe woman perked up. \"You must be Amanda! Oh! I've been dying to meet you! I've read all of your books. Megan talks about how smart you are! I'm Hannah!\"\n\nThis only made Amanda more embarrased. \"I can come back later.\"\n\n\"At least take a tour! Megan should be done by then. Hold on!\" Hannah picked up her phone and spoke quickly.\n\nA minute later a tall, muscular man in a tight black shirt and jeans came through a side door marked \"Employees Only.\"\n\nHannah gestured excitedly. \"This is Amanda, Megan's sister.\"\n\nThe man had short cropped blond hair and a dazzling smile. \"Meg talks about you all the time. I'm Derrick.\"\n\nAmanda blushed harder and shook his hand. \"Nice to meet you.\"\n\n\"Want a tour?\" He asked.\n\nAmanda had planned on leaving, but after seeing Derrick her mind was changed. \"That'd be great.\"\n\nThey passed through the door into a hallway lined with closed doors. Above each door was a light. All but two were off, and the two illuminated ones shone green.\n\n\"This lets us know which ones are in use,\" Derrick explained. \"Green means in use. Off means available. If there's a problem they turn red.\"\n\nThey stopped by a door where a display panel was mounted into the wall showing the upcoming schedule for the room.\n\n\"This is impressive,\" she said. It was a lot more hi-tech than she imagined.\n\n\"Wait until you see this,\" he said and led her through a door labeled \"Data Center.\" Inside were two racks filled with computer equipment; the hum of an air conditioning unit kept the room chill.\n\n\"Customers can make online reservations. Customers can log in and watch their visit too. We deleted them after a year from the last viewing.\"\n\nThe rest of the facility was much like any other commercial facility - restrooms, an employee break room, and a couple of offices. In addition, there was a shower and a changing room filled with outfits and various \"toys.\"\n\nThey were about to leave the changing room when a woman entered. She was average in height with brown hair and dressed in shiny latex and high heel boots.\n\n\"How'd it go Kat,\" Derrick asked.\n\nShe grinned. \"Two hundred dollar tip good.\"\n\nAmanda gaped.\n\n\"It's not always like that,\" Derrick explained. \"Kat's boyfriend really likes her.\"\n\nKat rolled her eyes. \"Jealous?\"\n\nTo Amanda's shock, the big man lifted Kat from the ground and twirled her around. \"Nah. It gets me hard imagining you whipping some guy.\"\n\n\"This big lummox is my husband,\" Kat laughed.\n\nHe slapped his forehead. \"This is Meg's big sister!\"\n\nKat swayed when returned to the floor and then held out her hand. \"Meg talks about you all the time! It's great to finally meet you.\"\n\n\"I've been hearing that a lot,\" Amanda replied and shook the other woman's hand.\n\n\"I was gonna show her the rooms,\" Derrick said.\n\n\"Well, I'm going to change,\" Kat said. \"My feet are killing me.\"\n\nThere were five unoccupied \"play\" rooms. Nervously, Amanda followed Derrick into the first.\n\nIt looked like a Victorian bedroom with a massive four post bed covered in red satin sheets and pillows. Antique furnishing lined the walls, and a beautiful rug covered part of the hardwood floor. A tall window with drapes looked out over lush green hills. She blinked. How? Moving closer revealed a large computer monitor behind the window frame.\n\n\"This is impressive,\" she said in awe.\n\n\"Only the best Meg says.\"\n\nThe second room was more like what she was expecting. Stark, grey walls were lined with whips, paddles, restraints, ropes, chains, and things she did not know what they were. Around the room were leather padded benches, tables, and triangular things that looked like what gymnasts used. She had written about stuff like this but never saw it in person before.\n\nThe next room made her grow red faced. It was a replica of Megan's bedroom when she was growing up. The white iron framed bed had Hello Kitty bedding, and the dresser and chest of drawers was white. A colorful rug lay on the floor, and stuffed animals were scattered about. A cheerleading uniform hung from a clothes hanger on a hook on the wall.\n\n\"This is creepy,\" she muttered.\n\nDerrick shook his head. \"Yeah. But some guys pay good money to use it.\"\n\nThe fourth room was decorated like a doctor's office complete with cloth partitions, bright lights, and an examination table. Amanda disliked going to the doctor and could not imagine paying to act out some fantasy involving it.\n\nThe last room had bamboo walls and floor and thatch on the ceiling giving it a tropical feel. Monitors mounted on the walls looked out over a beautiful blue ocean. A bamboo chair rested in one corner, and a bed made of bamboo covered in floral bedding occupied the center.\n\n\"Do you guys have sex with the customers?\"\n\nDerrick shifted uncomfortably. \"No. I mean... That would be prostitution.\"\n\nAmanda guessed if the right person offered the right amount of money, the rules could be bent.\n\n\"What's in the last room?\"\n\n\"It's the padded room,\" Derricked answered. \"Kinda like an asylum. For crazy people. The guy in there likes to be put in a straight jacket and treated like a patient. It used to be a storage room, but the guy paid to have the room made and still pays to use it. He's the only one.\"\n\nKat met them in the hall. \"Wanna try anything out?\"\n\nAmanda went wide-eyed. \"I... I couldn't! I...\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it,\" she laughed. \"It's on the house. What are you in the mood for?\"\n\nWhen Amanda did not answer, Kat suggested \"How about something special? Since your new. Come on.\"\n\nAmanda was led back to the Victorian room. Kat opened the armoire and retrieved a cotton Victorian nightgown. \"This oughta fit you. Put this on.\"\n\n\"I don't know. I can just wait for Megan up front.\"\n\n\"Don't be silly. Oh yeah. You need to pick a safeword.\"\n\n\"A safeword?\"\n\n\"Yeah. In case you want to stop.\"\n\n\"Safeword I guess.\"\n\nKat chuckled. \"Alright then. Safeword it is.\"\n\nKat and Derrick left her alone to undress. She felt silly but went along. Once dressed she sat on the edge of the bed to wait.\n\nA few minutes later Kat burst into the room wearing a Victorian style dress.\n\n\"M'lady! That barbarian John has killed the guards!\" She had a terror filled look on her face. \"He's on his way up here!\"\n\nDerrick pushed through the door wearing a stereotypical pirate outfit and brandishing a cutlass. \"There you wenches be!\"\n\nHe shoved Kat onto the bed and made his way menacingly toward Amanda. \"I'll finally have my way with you after all.\"\n\nHer heart pounded. \"What are you going to do to me?\"\n\nKat pounced on him, and he easily pulled her off. Using a rope, he tied her hands to a ring mounted on the bedpost. When Amanda stood, he roughly grabbed her wrists with a hungry leer.\n\n\"Stop,\" she cried with only half play. Part of her was scared.\n\nHis grin was wicked. He pulled her to the other bedpost and tied her hands to the ring near the top.\n\n\"First, I'm going to tenderize you.\"\n\nHe produced a flogger and walked to Kat. With little effort, he tore the back of her dress open exposing pale skin. Amanda jumped as the whip struck the other woman's back. After a few lashes, he moved to Amanda.\n\nShe screamed as her gown was torn letting cool air caress her back. She screamed when the whip struck her, but it was a light blow and more like a caress. Embarrassment filled her. Each blow came a little harder until they started to sting, but it was... exciting. She was becoming aroused by this!\n\n\"Now for the real fun,\" Derrick laughed. Amanda watched him untie his trousers to expose a long, thick manhood. He gripped Kat's thighs and impaled her roughly. She screamed and struggled quite convincingly.\n\nHe pulled free and moved toward Amanda. Her heart raced. Was he going to have sex with her?\n\nHis hands tore the gown off leaving her naked. She watched in the mirror as he grabbed her breasts. She clamped her mouth shut to keep the safeword from escaping as Derrick ravished her."
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"content": "I stared back at my computer. The hacker had my nudes and even some I don't remember taking, if I took them at all. I breathed deep reading down the contact list again. Lifelong friends, longtime colleagues, my crush, they were all there. \n\nAnd this person wanted any indecent photos I had of them. I didn't have any but I knew he or she wouldn't believe me. And I mean, I work with computers for a living, hacking their hard drives would be a breeze...\n\nI picked my phone and called the cops. They came to my apartment, assessed the email and told they would do their best. When they I left I still had a difficult descision to make. Call it stubbornness or call it stupidity but I couldn't let this person feel like they won in anyway...\n\nThe next day at work, everyone stared at me. They had all gotten the same text and my friends were blowing up my phone. Thankfully no family members were on the list. I saw the news on the tv in the break room and figured that elivaite some of my stress...Cammie from mailings up here? She's never up on this floor and why is she staring at me..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Volunteering at the hospital for the mental unstable was going great until a night shift where you find yourself locked in a high security area with a woman whose rumored to kill men by continuing to make them orgasm
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"content": "David held his ID badge against the security pad until he heard the beep and magnetic bolts unlocking the door. At this time of night, the nurse station at the clinic was empty, the RN on her smoke break. As he walked down the hallway, he peered in the small windows on the patient room doors. Those that were occupied held the clinic's more severe patients, who were dangers to themselves of others. All the rooms were padded.\n\nHe turned the corner and walked to the last door, noticing the light leaking from the window pane and crack at the bottom of the door. Looking in, he saw a young woman facing away, squatting on the floor. He knocked on the door and she fell backwards, crossed legs in the air. She craned her head to see his face and smiled, but since her face was upside down, it looked like a frown. \n\n\"Hello Cassidy,\" he said as he entered her sparse room. \"How are you feeling tonight?\"\n\n\"Same, it still itches,\" she replied, reflexively scratching her thighs. \"Meditation isn't helping. The nurses gave me these but I still can feel it in my sleep,\" she said, opening her hand to reveal a cluster of sedatives.\n\n\"I'm no medical professional, okay? I'm just a volunteer at the clinic. But I believe you when you say you've been cursed. I just need you to explain to me what happened.\" David sat across from her as she adjusted her posture to a kneeling position.\n\n\"I was in Nepal on a research trip with the Anthropology team. It was me, Thomas, and Lawrence. We were investigating a local legend of a talisman that would provide eternal enlightenment. We spent two weeks interviewing the locals, trying to understand how they worshipped it, how it protected them from harsh winters. \n\n\"When we felt we had enough knowledge, we hiked up the mountain to the temple where the talisman was safeguarded. The abbot was pleasant, but our translator said he would only allow me to view it. Thomas and Lawrence would stay in the monks' quarters, while the abbot led me to the inner sanctuary. There it was, in a dimly lit room behind the massive wood statue of Buddha.\n\n\"The talisman was small, for something that supposedly unlocked the doors of enlightenment. It was no taller than a soda can, but made of some kind of black stone, so dark that you could not make out its carvings or markings by sight. I pointed my flash light but no amount of light could reveal anything about the talisman, except that it's outline was almost phallic. The abbot let me pick it up. It was surprisingly light, perhaps hollow, but the fingers detected script and symbols running all over it. I used a bit of charcoal and rubbed an etching of the surface into my journal. \n\n\"I handed the talisman back to the abbot, who first performed an elaborate hand gesture before receiving it in a cloth bag. I went back to meet with Thomas and Lawrence and was come over with this feeling of tightness around my chest. I thought I was having a heart attack or suffering from altitude sickness. I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, which felt like it was on fire. \n\n\"Thomas was the first one to reach me. He held my shoulders to keep me from falling face first into the stone floor. As he stood over me, steadying my upper body, I had the uncontrollable urge to suck his dick. He and I were colleagues but I never had feelings for him, until that moment and I craved to have his hard cock in my mouth. He was surprised as I was when I pulled his pants down and inhaled his flaccid penis. I felt him grow hard in my mouth, snaking further until his tip was in the back of my throat. I couldn't see his face, I was under his parka but I heard his scream when he pried my off by kicking my shoulder. He fell backwards onto the floor, twisting and convulsing, trying to grab onto anything as his groin turned red, flush with blood. He arched his back and cum shot out of his cock like a geyser, after a few ropes of semen shot out, more started to flow out like lava from a volcano, more cum than it humanly possible to produce. We watched, unable to do anything as Thomas' ragged breathing slowed to nothing. \n\n\"Lawrence ran over to him but slipped on a puddle of cum, so much coating the floor. I jumped on him, straddling his chest. I didn't care that we were next to a corpse. I had to have his dick too. He tried to push me off but his hands burned as he touched my back. I leaned down and slipped my hand under his pants, feeling for his manhood. It was soft and warm, cozy in his briefs. That ended when I ripped open his pants and clamped onto his dick. Like Thomas, he too hardened in my mouth. He was saltier than Thomas, and had a musty scent. I thought he must have rubbed one out recently as I choked on his cock. He tried to buck me off, but my legs gained unusual strength, holding his sides tightly. Cum filled my mouth as he screamed in agony behind me. I lifted my face, glistening with his load dripping off my chin and turned around to look at him. It was probably the last thing he saw before I felt his bucking stop, his body becoming slack as more cum gushed out like a garden hose.\n\n\"I don't remember seeing the abbot but he knocked me unconscious with a staff. I awoke in the temple with the abbot and the translator nearby. They confirmed that my team was dead, by my own deeds. The translator had looked at my etchings and realized we had been wrong about it all along. It was not a tool for eternal *enlightenment*, it was a tool for eternal *emptiness*. My mishandling of the talisman caused me to take some of its power and I had done its bidding, *releasing* my team from this plane. They said I would start to feel the effects wane as I got further from the temple. Back home, no one believed me when I said I was cock-munching murderer.\"\n\n\"Well they believed the murderer part,\" David interrupted.\n\n\"Yeah, well, that's true. They said I was crazy and sent me here. But I know I'm not done. This itch, this feeling of insatiability, it feels just like I'm on that mountaintop again. In fact you probably shouldn't be in here now...why are you here, David?\" she asked.\n\nHe reached into his pocket and produced a small leather-bound journal. \"This is yours, isn't it Cassidy?\" \n\nHer eyes widened as she saw the last connection to her former self. David turned to a bookmarked page, covered in intricate patterns rubbed in charcoal. \n\n\"And these are the talisman etchings, aren't they?\" he asked as he handed the book to her. As she silently flipped over each page, David stood up and unbuckled his pants. \n\nCassidy slowly looked up at him with a look of anxiety on her face. \"What are you doing, David? Do you want to die?\" she asked. Then she looked at down from his face as the itching inside her calmed. \n\nDavid watched her bright blue eyes turn a deep, matte black as she stared at his crotch. He dropped his boxers to reveal his hard penis, covered in inky patterns, the same from her journal. She was fast on the floor as she closed the gap between them and took all of his cock into her mouth. David felt alternating hot and cold waves crest over and through his dick as she held him firmly in her. His balls ached for release and he obliged, filling her mouth with his cum until it leaked out of her mouth. \n\nShe pulled away, surprised. Her eyes, now blue again, stared at his dick, slick with semen and her saliva. The markings and symbols that covered it glowed in dim blue light, before fading away, revealing his natural skin. \n\n\"What just happened?\" she asked.\n\n\"When I first heard about you, I knew I'd do anything I could to help you, even if it killed me. I got the journal from the university and worked with a tattoo artist to get me inked. I think you can be around men again. I mean, does *this* do anything for you?\" he asked as he twirled his semi-flaccid penis like a cane.\n\nCassidy laughed with tears in her eyes. \"No, I feel nothing but relief.\" She stood up to hug him, feeling the touch of another human being for the first time in years. \n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts for Lydia
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"content": "Assuming her timeline takes place in the vastness of space, presumably after “Earth Time,” was part of her programming to include sexual literature from Earth? Kama Sutra, or 50 shades even. And does this knowledge limit her experience to sexual acts with strictly humanoids ? \n\nOr maybe.. you mentioned Lydia is slowly becoming aware. Maybe she’s becoming aware to the point that unsatisfactory lovers need to be eliminated from the population? And it becomes this rogue AI’s quest for someone/thing that can fully satiate her growing lust. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The harem of a king overthrow's him and forms a governing council with absolute power. They set about reforming the kingdoms society into, what amounts to a massive pleasure cult. It goes pretty well actually.
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"content": "5 months since the fall of King Rorden III. 5 months since a group of 136 former concubines had assembled a bicameral parliament, with the Harem as the upper house, and the House of Pleasuregivers as the lower. 5 months since Azalea Annalos had been elected as the first Grand Mistress. 4 months since the passing of the Pleasure Act, the Church (Realignment) Act and the Public Services Act. 4 months since the wave of immigration. 2 months since the last anti-pleasure revolt was quashed. 1 month since Isidore had been welcomed into the Seesing Chapter of the Grand Cult of Pleasure. 1 week since he became a Journeyman in the Seesing Lingerie guild. 1 minute since this strapping young blonde had started fellating him.\n\nHer lips were unspeakably soft, like velvet cushions on a brand new sofa. Her technique was refined and well-honed - a result of many Sunday seminars at the Chapter. To think that five months ago this would have been illegal! Five months ago society was chaste and prudish, frowning upon a lingerie making artisan like him! How glad he was those days were over. How glad he was for Fellatio Friday. He pulled out of the blonde's mouth, watching the strands of spit stretch from cockhead to gaping lips. \n\n\"Tell me, partner in pleasure, \" he asked, using the recommended term for these sorts of acquaintances, \"Where did you buy that underwear?\"\n\nIt was expertly crafted, a white corset with white garter belt and stockings, all adorned with intricate lace.\n\n\"Oh the local guild shop, why?\"\n\n\"I made it.\"\n\nShe giggled and put her mouth around his cock again, taking it further down her throat as a chorus of sucks and moans resonated throughout the room. \n\nA dainty bell was wrung, signalling time for a rotation. Isidore sauntered anti-clockwise, along with the other twenty men. Time for partner no. 20. She was the prettiest by far. Sparkling blue eyes, flaming red hair, a demure smile with perfect white teeth. Her breasts were part and ample, perched upon a time body glistening with sweat. She was a masterpiece, and she was going to suck his cock. Incidentally, she was also the Pleasuregiver for Seesing. \n\nThe embrace of her lips was incomparable. Isidore had to lean on a pillar to keep his balance. She could handle a phallus like a virtuoso flautist handles a flute, and with more artistry. Oh that it was another week before he'd get this again! The dancing tongue, the rhythmic advance and retreat of the lips, the soft buzz of her humming. He felt a rushing in his scrotum, and tapped her on the shoulder. She pulled off of his cock and daintily pointed to her cheek.\n\nIt was soon flooded with white."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Christmas themed incest prompts.
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"content": "Your mother, a powerful witch, wishes only one gift from her son: his semen.\n\nYou have always wondered why the age gap between you and your mother seem so close. You finally found out why, and it leads to intimacy.\n\nYou are a half demon, but your human mom raised you as best she can in a satanic cult. And she loves Christmas and all it’s chutzpah. She has never looked sexier in a Mrs Claus outfit.\n\nThe snow has completely blanketed the car. Mother and son car are stuck inside and it is getting colder and colder. Survival sex.\n\nDeer orgy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] It has been one year since the fapocalypse, this is the stories of the people in this new world.
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"content": "Ever since the psychic orgasm field developed actors, singers, and especially porn stars have had to adjust to being stimulated almost 24/7. Most have started using a drug that numbs their crotch and kills their libido just to live a normal life. But the worlds most famous pop star found a work around by wearing a mask and hiding her name so no one can really think about her while masturbating. This all changes one day when she suddenly starts feeling it every time she’s on tv. \n\n(I sort of assumed this followed death note rules where you had to know a person’s face for it to take affect. I also had in mind the idea of her having to figure out who was jacking off to her. Maybe it’s someone trying to sabotage her by messing up her performances or maybe it’s a stalker that found out her identity or maybe it’s a old friend of hers that didn’t realize who she was. Just my idea but obviously go with whatever you want.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Our protagonist finds a notebook that has erotic powers, enabling them to have sex with anyone they wanted. A Sex Note, if you will. How will they use this power? And who will they use it on?
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"content": "The blonde woman darted her eyes back and forth. She was simply sitting down and reading when she suddenly lost control. She just suddenly got up and walked out of her house to who knows where. She would have asked for help from people she passed on the sidewalk if she could move her lips either. \n\nBut then, after a period of long walking, she suddenly turned towards a house and walked up to its door. When she opened the door, she found a teenage boy she could vaguely remember sitting in front of a pink book, who was rapidly gaining a wide smile.\n\n“Ms. Clark!! It worked!!! Yes!!!” he cheered.\n\nHer eyes widened as her hands reached towards her top......"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just write something with an inflation fetish.
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"content": "# Slave Training \n\n^((Cum-inflation, tentacle-rape, breeding))\n\n*Oh fuck. Not like this.* Krystal thought as the pink tendrils of the alien grasped at her supple nipples. As a fighter pilot of the Gyraxian space squadron Gamma Zeta, Krystal had been prepared for death or capture, but never in her mind did getting ravished by an alien species cross her mind during training. Nothing in the deepest parts of Krystal's mind were prepared for the way the long appendage snaked through her insides as she strained against the fleshy restraints of more tentacles. Every part of her body cried out for release, both from the restraints and from the traumatic sensations shivering through her body, as her teary face choked on the thick appendage which suffocated her.\n\nKrystal dissociated to the memories of everything that led to this moment of sickening carnality. Memories of the space battle with the enemy battalion filled her mind. Explosions, chaos, and legions of enemy Jyrinians were all she remembered before crashing into the planet Exus. Then Krystal awoke, stripped nude and vulnerable, only told she would be a slave serving the salacious.\n\nKrystal's mind became foggy from reliving the memories of her initial training sessions. Strange, lustful apparatuses would be the only things she wore, driving her mind to near-madness. From a vibrator device which would fill her stomach with cum if she orgasmed to a tickling device which would stretch her intestines with fecund seed, Krystal screamed internally wanting nothing more than freedom.\n\nHorror filled Krystal's widened, amber eyes as her torso swelled, bulging from the fluids which ballooned her as she coughed and choked from the heavily pumping fluids inside her. Days passed with Krystal's training before her slavers had thrown her for the final test: withstanding the breeding ritual of the Liryanior, a behemoth of clustered tendrils all aiming to fill the insides of their next victim with their young.\n\nKrystal knew not all slaves survived the final test of training but she could do nothing to avoid it. She could only struggle against the writhing mass of tentacles which she knew would inevitably fill her insides with hot, sticky liquid which would stretch her out before she puked up their offspring or died. Krystal kept straining until her fogged mind and weakened body could do nothing against the fleshy mass which held her.\n\n*Please...why,* Krystal thought as spasms of sickening rapture rocked her barely-conscious body, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through her. Krystal's tired body weakly pulled against the Liryanior's appendages while twitching from the sensations of choking from the tentacle in her throat and the stirring of her insides, from the moving tentacles which penetrated her bottom orifices. \n\nThe Liryanior's tentacles soon throbbed, filling Krystal with thick, milky-white fluid and stretching her body. Krystal screamed internally as tears streamed down her eyes which watched her torso balloon from the liquid which filled her uterus and all her intestines. Krystal had never imagined such horror when she signed up for being a fighter pilot, but as she witnessed it, she was happy her mind was too foggy to comprehend the true horror of what was happening to her. \n\nKrystal felt the inside of her bulging body squirming as the pink appendages exited her orifices and splayed her limbs. Krystal could no longer hold what was inside her and, after a breath of air, hurled out a mass of slimy pink tentacles covered in whiteness from her stomach. The slave-owners, satisfied with the survival of Krystal, contained the Liryanior and its offspring before leaving the slave, passed out, in the puddle of white slime. \n\nKrystal's slave training was complete."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A college student spends a lot of their idle time writing erotica. After a system update, they find that the auto-correct dictionary is irreparably smuttier, right when it's term paper season. This leads to a note from the professor: "See me after class."
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"content": "Lola looks at the red writing with an puzzled glance. She’d passed all her other term papers and she was just as confident in this one. She starts thumbing through the paper and gradually her cheeks grow red and her mouth hangs open. Class was dismissed but she just sat there staring at her paper. \n\nIn her free time she wrote erotica and apparently the constant changing from duck to fuck and pussyfooted to just pussy had confused her autocorrect and replaced common words with their smuitter counterparts.\n\n“Mss Lola...”\n\nHer professor called from his desk in front of the room. She slowly closed her mouth and folded the cover page back over the rest of the term paper. She took a deep breath and stood up. \n\nShe practically shuffled to the desk, still staring down at the paper in her hands. \n\n“Miss Lola to say the language used in your paper wasn't class \nappropriate would be an understatement. Some of it doesn’t even fit in the context, is everything ok?”\n\n“Yes Professor...everything’s fine. It’s just...”\n\n“Just what?”\n\nShe blushed looking back up. She wanted to be honest but she couldn’t have her professor knowing about her hobby. \n\n“It’s just...that I was really tired from my other papers. I guess my head wasn’t in the right place...c-can I have a chance to redo it, please, I promise it’ll be so much better. “\n\n“This isn’t some assignment you can just redo Lola. I want to pass you because you’ve earned it but this brings your grade down severely and like I said...”\n\n“I write porn...”\n\nThe classroom went into an awkward silence. She couldn’t believe she just blurted it out like that. Her face turned red but the rest of her body had lost all color. Her professor sat behind his desk, confused and at a loss for words. Seconds passed but to Lola it felt like hours before she tried to speak again. \n\n“I...I...”\n\nShe drops the paper on the desk and runs off without her bags. The professor tries to stop but she was already half way out of the building before her could get his legs to work again...\n\n*To be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] NTR/Cuckold/Cheating Prompts
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"content": "Okay... how about this... a married woman has to go back to her hometown every September during the equinox and fuck someone who lives in town inside of a specific church -- or a demon beneath the town will be unleashed and the world will end. The closer she gets to the equinox, the hornier she gets. Possible plot twist: her husband not only knows about the whole thing, but is a cultist specifically trying to stop her and release the demon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] A strong-willed princess knight is captured in battle, and her training as the perfect sex slave soon begins. Reinforcements won’t arrive for around three months: will she be able to maintain her dignity or will she end up broken?
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"content": "\"We really must stop meeting like this - people are starting to talk...\" murmured Xanthia, running a hand down Helena's naked athletic form to firmly cup her toned rump. \n\"You know we could spend a lot more time together if you'd just call off this silly war.\" Replied Helena, trying not to lean into the deft hands. Both of her own were chained to a ring in the ceiling of the dungeon leaving her completely open to the woman who *should* have been her mortal enemy.\n\n\"It's not quite so simple, my advisors are hardly going to accept me just calling off a war after four generations because I want to bed an enemy princess... well more than just bedding you...\" her hand moved back up to tease Helena's breasts, pressing herself against Helena from behind \"And when I win I get the spoils of war, including you as my very own!\" Her other hand jointed the first, kneading, pinching and flicking.\n\nDespite her best efforts a whimper of pleasure passed Helena's lips. She'd been fantasing about Xanthia for every night since their last 'meeting' several months ago \"Aren't you the dreaded Witch Queen? Can't you just make them... them... you know...\" her voice trailed off as Xanthia roughly pinched her nipples. The warrior princess was tough enough not to cry out but couldn't keep up her end of the conversation.\n\n\"Not so hard!\" begged Helena. \n\"That's rich coming from you - I couldn't sit comfortably for *weeks* after you were done with me last time!\" \n\"And with that big impressive throne too!\" quipped the warrior in a show of bravado, only to break off in a soft gasp. One of Xanthia's hands had quickly slipped between her legs and pushed at her entrance, teasing.\n\n\"Now now Hel...\" whispered Xanthia \"You've already got plenty of payback coming - don't add to it.\" she continued to test Helena, searching out spots that drew the loudest gasps without ever lingering long enough to satisfy the bound girl. Whenever Helena pushed her hips forwards Xanthia's fingers danced away, whenever she pulled back they followed mercilessly.\n\n\"Xanthia *please*!\" Helena begged, starting to sweat from the exertion. \n\"That's *Mistress* Xanthia to you.\" she chided, removing her hand entirely and holding it up. The fingers glistened in the candlelight. Helena wriggled in her bonds and shook her head stubbornly. \"Really Hel? You're going to choose *that* as your sticking point? Well then I might as well settle a few scores while I have the chance. I seem to remember someone making free use of my ass last time so how about we settle that score first?\" She reached over to the extensive toy rack and produced an oversized butt-plug dripping in lube, holding it up for Helena to see. \"Any last requests?\"\n\n\"You've got to be kidding me! There's no way that'd fit!\" \n\"I'm not taking requests from naughty girls Hel.\" \nHelena blushed and looked away \"Could you use something smaller Mistress Xanthia?\" \n\"Almost there... ask for it.\" it was a game they'd played dozens of times before. \n\"Please fuck me in the ass with a smaller plug Mistress Xanthia!\" \n\"You *want* me to fuck you in that dirty little hole?\" she asked, silently preparing a smaller - but still formidable plug out of Helena's sight. \n\"Yes Mistress I want you to *oh fuck*!\" the first few inches of the plug slipped easily in, but the next few inches found Helena's limit, almost passing them. Xanthia kept up the gentle pressure and in one smooth motion the plug popped into place, leaving Helena limp in her bonds..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Before and after: Write about a strong character before going into combat, and then skip to how it turned out after their defeat.
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"content": "Father went away on a business trip during our first power struggle. It was a point when he looked up from his morning bowl of cereal and knew, I had never stopped breastfeeding from Mother. His sapphire eyed, blonde wife; my mother. Her large breasts, thick and heavy and somehow always spilling milk. I guess it took him years, when I turned 18, probably due to a radio show talking about a woman wanting to breastfeed a boyfriend or something, that he realized Mother had been letting me suck on her nipples my entire life. Mostly just harmless curiosity that she played along with. \n\nOnly this time it started getting sexual. Because I wanted to be the new alpha. That’s why when he punched me, I punched back. \n\nBut that’s not to say I won. We simply had a struggle, and really, he had no proof of what I had been doing with another. For all he knew, it was some other man. \n\nFather was a property manager of a well established security company, a subsidiary of an international conglomerate that placed their headquarters in Switzerland, which made business trips common. Only this time, he wanted to leave. He punched my lights out and I woke up in the hospital. And at this point, finally able to walk again, I didn’t want him to come back.\n\nWhenever he returned from these trips, it was like a disruption to my routine with mother, even when he brought back gifts. Because as I started growing up, and as I lost that primordial fear with women, when I turned 18, I started pulling down Mother’s paper thin shirts (Mother never wore bras when Father was away so her erect nipples always enticed me), spilling her breasts that would already be leaking thin tendrils of milk, and I’d bite them. \n\nMorher was 6feet 4inches, which made her already titanic breasts even more heavy. The weight of her warlock chest would stab her back with sharp pains, so I’d push her down on the couch and suck each of her breasts dry. Only this time, since Father left because he struck me and I struck him, I moved up her chest, biting the luscious fat of her breasts, slowly drooling towards her neck. I pushed her blonde hair behind her ear as I ran my tongue up to her earlobe. I bit tenderly: she moaned, “Holy Fuck!” We had kissed many times on the lips—when Father took business trips, when Father was in a separate wing down the hall of our mansion—almost always on the lips—but this time Mother’s sapphire eyes sparkled and when her mouth opened, her tongue wanted to taste her son more than her son wanted to taste his mother. \n\nI can’t describe the sensation of my mother sucking on my cock, or when she lost control and flipped me over, put on a YouTube video of a Japanese princess declaring love for me and my mother telling me: “If you love this woman, you won’t squirt gallons of your semen down your mother’s throat.” Mother didn’t care about the romantic music that would have made the strongest personalities cry, or that this beautiful woman had been in love with me for years. She sucked on my cock and I felt my body blind for a few seconds of complete ecstasy. \n\nShe didn’t show me my Japanese princess soulmate the second time. Instead, she showed me a video of when she gave birth to me. How big she was. How plump her stomach got. I even watched as I slid out of her vagina. \n\n“Jesus Christ,” I had to admit it was hard to watch. \n\nMother’s legs were clenched over my leg, gripping me closer as my cock drew harder. Her hair was perfectly curled. Her nipples left soppy spots in her shirt, as if her body knew I would be sucking on them soon. And her shorts, thin as they always were, but tighter, as if she had borrowed them from my sister’s room, made her vagina that much more noticeable. Her bubble ass was popping out the back. .”You came out of my vagina.” \n\n“I know,” I replied, but I didn’t really get it. Even at 18, I was naive. \n\n“What do you want from me?”\n\n“I want to eat your ass.”\n\nMother stood up and in front of me; she bent over and pulled down her pants, dropping out her famous bubble ass. Each cheek seemed buoyant and resistant to gravity. Her ass was perfectly clean, soap smooth and polished. Her vagina looked like it was already cumming. Maybe she was urinating. When Mother stood up, she pulled off her shirt. She turned around and climbed on top of me. Her hands pulled my head back and she stuck her tongue in my mouth. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed her milky boobs over my chest. \n\nI lost control at that point. I picked her up and threw her on her back. “Turn around and stick your ass in my face.”\n\nMother didn’t resist. She got on all fours, laying her head on the couch and hoisted her ass. I ran my tongue from her vagina to her asshole. Ten or so times before completely massaging the inside of her butt with my tongue.\n\n“Owww no why are you doing that.”\n\n“Because I wanted to eat mommy’s ass.”\n\nMy Mother seemed to lose control and peed a little bit. “FUCK! I really need to use the bathroom.”\n\nI slapped her ass that, with how quiet the house was, bounced off the walls. “Please for the love of God don’t use the fucking bathroom. Just go to my room.”\n\nI think my sisters were watching, as Mother walked completely naked into my room, turning and saying, “This isn’t what it looks like,” before walking into my room and being pushed against the wall. \n\nMy face was submerged in her ass again. She was orgasming to the point her legs were shaking. She had to hold herself up against a wooden beam.\n\n“It’s not what you think. It’s not what you think.” Mother stammered. “Boys are just curious about their mother’s at this age.” She said to someone in the doorway. \n\nI couldn’t help myself. I ran my tongue to her vagina again and no matter what fluid orgasmed from her, I promised myself and to her, I’d drink every last drop of it. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humanity finally makes contact with a species, a reptilian one, turns out that humanity is the only species so far to evolve being able to produce their own body heat, shenanigans ensue where the attractive species of the Galaxy can’t get enough of humanity
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"content": "Pt2\n\nAs they opened the door to the nest, they were hit by a wall of the thick scent of pheromones and the deep, primal sounds coming from their cohorts. \n\n\"Looks like we're late to the party!\" said Jacob standing dumbstruck behind Selvainya \n\n\"Then it's best to not waste any time now isn't it?\" said Selvainya breathily as she removed the heavy blanket Jacob had given her from around her shoulders revealing her slender form. Jacob nodded dumbly as he stared at the almost endless expanse of shimmering black scales and leathery skin in front of him before being thrown to the ground by Selvainya, her strong legs straddling his hips.\n\n\"I've waited so long for this.\" she hissed while snaking her hands up under his shirt and removing it in one smooth motion giving Selvainya a full view of his broad chest. \"What are these things on your pectorals?\" Selvainya toyed with Jacob's nipple causing him to tense up with a sharp breath. \n\n\"Those are nipples, mammals have them, and they are sensitive...\"\n\n\"Oh? well it looks like you enjoy it when I do this.\" Selvainya said rolling the nipple between her fingers and grinding against him. Jacob decided to take action. He rolled Selvainya over and stripped off her pants with a playful exclamation.\n\n\"Let’s see how you like being teased!\" He spread her toned legs, drinking in the sight of\n\nher speckled leathery thighs and kissed his way up each leg slowly. When he got to her opening, she put a hand on his head, \"No, don't, it's... dirty.\" she said before biting her finger. \n\n\"Ok.\" whispered Jacob as he placed a kiss just above and worked his way up her tender underbelly. She squirmed and moaned as he worked his way closer and closer to her neck, licking, massaging, and teasing all her weak points along the way. Jacob took his time with this, he just couldn’t get enough of the little sounds she would make every time he teased that one spot right under her ribs, or right on her soft belly but finally he brought himself up to look Selvainya deep in her eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek and sending his hand down to test the waters.\n\nHis fingers were enveloped by the warm wetness of her hole and she let out a sharp cry as she arched her back and thrashed her tail wildly.\n\n\"Please, I need to feel you inside!\" Selvainya moaned between heaving breaths. Jacob grinned before finally positioning himself above her and rubbing his member over the opening. Sylvania whined before reaching down and grabbing Jacob by the dick and showing him just where she wanted him.\n\nHe slowly worked his shaft in with short thrusts, taking his time while his partner coiled her tail around his body tightly. When he finally fit it all in, Selvainya let out contented sigh while she threw her arms around her lover's neck, dragging him into a close embrace. Jacob started thrusting in a slow and even tempo, trying to be gentle with his lover. She responded by thrusting herself up to meet him, grinding themselves together slowly. Jacob let out a soft groan as he pushed himself up to look into Sylvania 's eyes before beginning to accelerate his thrusts. Soon he was slamming down into his partner at a frantic pace feeling her coil tightly not just around his throbbing shaft, but around his ribs as well. Selvainya threw her head back in ecstasy, crying out with lust as she came hard, digging her claws into Jacob's back leaving deep gashes in his back. Jacob cried out in pain and surprise causing him to come deep inside Sylvania's warm folds.\n\nJacob collapsed onto Selvainya, breathing heavily before kissing her neck. She was still convulsing with pleasure as she turned her head towards him and rested their foreheads against each other as she hummed and moaned through the throws of her passion.\n\nOnce Selvainya settled down and relaxed her grip on Jacob he felt a hand on is back. It was Evalyn, the base doctor. \"I thought something like this might happen.” she said as she examined the deep cuts on Jacob's back. \"Take these and tell your girlfriend to be careful.\" And with that she walked through the door they had forgotten to close. Jacob and Selvainya shared a horrified look before they both burst into laughter. Jacob stood up to close the door. As he did, he felt Selvainya put her hands and head on his back.\n\n\"I’m sorry I hurt you.\" She said, giving the gashes a lick. Jacob turned around and held her close..”\n\n\"It's ok, I know you didn't mean it.\"He whispered in her ear. They stayed like that for a while before Selvainya pulled away. \n\n\"I almost forgot; I have to look over everyone else too!\" she looked towards the center of the room where the other members of the nest were sleeping comfortably in a heap. \"Well it looks like they're doing alright.\" she said relieved.\n\n\"I think they've got the right idea, let's join them. We’ll need all the rest we can get!\" Jacob said as he scooped up his lover and laid her down on the large bed with everyone else, snuggled close together. It was going to be a long few days, but at least he was going to spend them with her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] It's become all the rage to get cybernetic implants and detachable artificial limbs. The latest development is a simple brain implant that allows the sensation of touch through such limbs, but its even more popular feature is the enhancement of physical sensations.
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"content": "I'm really glad that you finished it! It's a very sweet and lovely story with a pretty realistic relationship and reactions, such as the brief wince of pain during reconnection and the description of their motions during the 'steamy' parts. I loved the part where Olivia finished her sentence with a sudden moan due to Del's eagerness to 'return the favour'. ;)\n\nIt's also interesting you hightened the intensity of feelings from her legs for pleasure, seemingly turning them into two large, 'mind melting' erogenous zones while at the same time keeping them unable to move, making Del relatively helpless if she were to want to move away if the intensity became 'too much'. Personally I might have liked to see Olivia tease Del a bit more, but I think they had an absolutely lovely time together.\n\nI'll wish you well to get out of that slump, because I honestly love your stories and hope you'll continue to write them!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can see ghosts. One day a ghost sneaks into your room and cuddles with you, not knowing that you can see them.
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"content": "I didn't feel lonely anymore because I feel my body being so warm. It is as ghost has warm breath against my feet, goosebump into my thighs as I bend my knees under the sheet and feeling its breath tickle between my legs. Suddenly, I am feeling hard as its getting wet for it. I am feeling that I am dreaming. I am sleepwalking. There is nothing to see but myself front of my ceiling mirror. My silk light green cotton sheet pull away very slow, I like how the way it move on my skin. It is so soft like feather on my skin. My nipples tighten from its cold air and my hands reach them. My fingers pinch my nipples then rub my breasts repeatedly. I didn't want to finger down there because I like how it is hungry for coldness from its breath. My vagina squeeze as I feel its licking my sweet melon. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young queen has to marry someone to have descendency, however, she's only attracted to females.
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"content": "\"Take it back.\"\n\nIt was no playful riposte of intimacy, accompanied with no smirking snarl even of Ophelia's worst. This was royal decree—and it cut deep.\n\nDana and her flighty expression froze cold where they had no recourse to flee. Her majesty's delicate, raven hair was but yet half undone in her hands when the queen's glare infinite blue the sky skewered her half-hearted resolve from the mirror before them.\n\n*'If only I were a man.'*\n\n\"Take it back.\"\n\n\"—Ophe, I didn't—\"\n\nThe words she fumbled for weren't going to come, would not come to accompany her futile and facetious smile that sooner betrayed now her helpless resignation than jovial jest. She damned there her taller frame unseemly more than usual, her definitions graceless, her long, dirty-blonde hair dirtier. It was all consummate the difference between princess and peasant.\n\n\"No. In fact, you don't. You don't have it in you to be a man. —The men, at least, are honest fools.\"\n\nOphelia broke first, her icy gaze up at her guard in the reflection of them hastily wasting away downcast and despondent, blinking with an anger to hold back the stinging shimmer of tears instead. It was to her shock to feel unsteady, rough hands yet unequivocally feminine caress forward across her cheeks from behind, affording her only a moment's indulgence to drink in the maiden's guilty countenance before the repentance of Dana's arms embraced around her face to forbid it any further.\n\nThis particular bosom always looked especially soft when not bound away beneath armor, but Ophe had never imagined it this soft, sinking into it the back of her head. She couldn't really tell if the sleeves were helping stymie her tears or just exacerbating them.\n\nDana hugged deep her charge with a tentative shudder. So, she'd blurted it out so carelessly at last, careless words that confessed a hundred more. Alas. In the twenty-and-odd years they'd grown up in proximity of each other, the two of them teased often at this precipice with facetious wink and laugh—merry theatre that paddled upstream through currents undefined. Never, though, had it come to this fatal brink. The music was done, and the dance was over. It was time for the princess—the queen—to marry.\n\n\"I can't give you an heir,\" Dana whispered, a surrender timid in its fear and judgment that she barely held at bay in making vulnerable her heart. It begged for absolution in final execution.\n\nEven when they were born nursing on the same teat, she had always been the patient and responsible one, dragging along the frivolous Ophelia from royal duty to duty. Nobody had to appoint her the guard to her highness; it was a natural given, the two a pair. What wasn't natural was this tragedy that had come to take root in the years they had grown emotionally strange, as women.\n\nOphelia, though, was always more keen and empathetic than she let on. Where clueless and callous, she was really delicately shrewd. —Or at least, she tried to be, once upon a time.\n\n\"Your brother can.\"\n\n\"So ask him, then.\" Dana would've instantly regretted the utterance if the queen afforded her even a moment to do it. She didn't. In but a moment Ophe was gone from within her embrace, instead fuming before her in visceral fury as Dana only realized stunned of the strike across her own face by following the shaking hand that carried it out.\n\nIt didn't hurt. Not as much as the depth of her chest did. Out of raw instinct, or out of emotion boiling over, she grabbed hard that dainty wrist and flung it aside with the weight of all her frustration. Where her cherished one lost her footing and stumbled astray to fall onto the bed, Dana swept upon her with violent demand, rolling her onto her back and pinning her arms above her, at last baring everything of herself so ugly and illicit.\n\nEven as she tore the expensive silk jagged down the center with a sickening rip of a tear and buried her face into the bare, pale breasts, mouthing with a bestial depravity up Ophe's neck and ear, her voice and sobbing betrayed there worse.\n\n\"Idiot!\" It was quieted, crying admonishment. It was helpless, stinging woe. \"What do you want from me? I'm already trying so hard, Ophe!\" Second by second past, her rough groping melted helplessly into soft, guilty caressing; most illicit, guiltiest caressings; touches a testament to the harbors of sin and taboo in the depths of her mind that she dared not bring to light—yet here she was carrying them out, at long last. What a woman felt like, tasted like; what *her* woman felt like, tasted like. \"Wh, what's so bad... about wishing I were a man... what worse could I be if I could have you...\"\n\nFor once in their lives, Ophelia was the one calm and protective. Rational, and reasonable, in her power—not as queen; as a woman. A lover.\n\n\"You're the idiot,\" she cooed with tepid gratification, brushing over the maiden's ears her beautiful summer hair with her hands that then embraced tightly the back of Dana's head and form, inviting her to sup on all that she would have. \"Haven't you figured out why I dismiss suitor after suitor? The one I love is no man. She's ...\"\n\nThe rest of her coy proclamation she finished off instead with a fingertip down the length of Dana's spine, eliciting a most satisfying shudder and involuntary gasp from the woman upon her. *Idiot, indeed.* \"She's always thinking she's *so* coy and chaste with her misplaced intentions, thinking she's looking out for me... when really, all I want is for her to—\"\n\nDana's face was suddenly above her, angelic in its innocent grief. A maiden's heart on a sleeve. These pale green eyes she had seen all her life, confident, daring, resolute, but never like this. Never so vulnerably beautiful. They cried for reprieve, and it was all Ophelia wanted to grant it. She leaned up with her mouth then and kissed deep an ocean's depth into those softest lips she'd lingered upon in her fleeting glances, feeling firsthand for the first time another's woman kiss; another's woman tongue; another's woman heat.\n\nOphe had never been intimate before, let alone upon the unwritten paths of a woman's body, and Dana would know this all too well in her position. That's why it enthralled her all the more when she pushed awkwardly her thigh up beneath her lover's dress above, between her legs, and witnessed with wonder the helpless shudders of orgasm seize through her that accompanied the warm dampness through undergarments below.\n\n\"D- Dana?\" Even if she tried now, Ophelia wouldn't be able to shy away the childish and too-long-absent mischievous joy between them that restored to her face. Even without any experience, she knew from her own exploration that a woman's fulfillment did not typically come this readily, and the humiliated expression of fettered blush that flooded across the hapless knight's face spelled confirmation. \"Did you just— aiee!!\"\n\n*Of course I did, woman! Gah! Shut up!* Dana climbed off backward with a haste to cover for her fluster, tearing and stripping off the rest of the dainty, now-tattered nightwear on her highness. She was already a volatile cocktail of emotion, let alone adding pent-up orgasmic bliss to the concoction! It wracked her mind to conjure out of void what it entailed to make love as two women virgins—girls!—at the same time mulling obsessively over Ophe's words. Her heart soared with the siren's song of hope. *She means me? Does she mean me? But we're women! Me?? But*—\n\n—But then she saw it. All her thunder came to bear and stood silent amidst the maelstrom. It wasn't just the nude form of Ophelia, no, though many a meter were here due for her beauty and grace that Dana had often torn her gaze away from in bathing for being too illicitly brilliant. No, it was what made Ophe the one to blush and look away with royal coyness that enraptured Dana. When her highness closed her legs with instinctive embarrassment to hide it, Dana as instinctively forced them back apart with her hands upon her knees. It was familiar, yet different; wet; glistening. It intoxicated her to behold. Even Dana's relentless hunger prostrated before such an awe, glancing tentatively upward, a humblest prayer soliciting heaven's nectars.\n\nHer goddess tendered in reply submission by keeping her legs open. So she drank. And drank. And drank."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ladies First
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"content": "Lee stumbled out of bed and walked to the bathroom like half his body was half-asleep. For the first time since he could remember, the bathroom door was locked.\n\n\"Amy?\" he asked, rapping on the door with his knuckle. \"Are you okay in there? I need to use the toilet.\"\n\n\"Me first,\" his wife replied from behind the door. Lee heard the kick of the exhaust fan, then he decided to start the coffee. As he pushed down the plunger on the french press and poured the first cup, Amy entered the kitchen. \"The bathroom is all yours,\" she said, taking the coffee. Lee put down the pot and leaned over to kiss her but she lifted the mug to her lips before he could connect. \n\n\"Mmm, that's good,\" she said. Lee was about to walk away when Amy grabbed his neck and spun him around into her warm, creamy lips. \"Thank you,\" she whispered, before letting him go. By the time Lee finished his morning routine, Amy was dressed and ready to leave for work. \"Honey, I left you some eggs and toast,\" she said, grabbing her keys. \n\nLee ate and changed for work, then locked the door behind him. He didn't know why he felt *off* but Lee felt mildly distracted and unfocused for the rest of the day. As he sent his last email for the day and turned off his machine, he received a text from Amy:\n\n>Going home early and picking up dinner. See you home soon.\n\nIt was one less thing to do at home so he should have felt some measure of relief, but the news just left him feeling a little obsolete. By the time he pulled into their driveway, Lee was in the the middle of a full-on existential crisis. \n\n\"Welcome home, Lee,\" Amy said from the kitchen. He could hear the rustle of paper bags and squeaky take-out containers as she unpacked their meal. \"Do you want to help me with dinner?\"\n\nLee entered the kitchen and saw that she picked up Chinese food and bought their favorites: for her, Moo shu pork, and for him, the General. She had already plated her meal and was going to open his container when he stopped her and brought the whole thing to his spot at the table. He tore off the plastic lid and stabbed a pair of chopsticks into the fried bits of saucy chicken. He misjudged his strength and the angle of the chopsticks, and they slipped under his food, bits of chicken and and green peppers flying in a spattered arc onto the table. \n\n\"Do you um, want a plate?\" she asked, bringing her dishes to the table. \n\nLee just shook his head. He went to the sink to get a towel and as he turned around, he saw that Amy had taken an errant chunk of chicken and slipped it into her mouth. \"How was it?\" he asked bluntly. \n\n\"Fine,\" she tried to say with a mouth full of food. Amy finished her bite then talked about her work while they ate. She cracked into her fortune cookie as Lee was closing the lid on his food. \n\n\"What does it say?\" he asked.\n\n\"I don't get it. It just says, *Ladies First*,\" she said, then flipped the paper over. \"The back says *qǐng nǐ xiān*, which means 'After You.' I guess someone must of fucked up at the fortune cookie factory.\"\n\nLee smiled for the first time all day. He suddenly felt like the universe gave him a message he could understand. He took Amy's hand and pulled her up from her chair. He looked at her blue eyes as she tried to read his expression, then he kissed her softly. \n\nAmy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back harder. Lee opened his mouth and let her in, feeling her warm tongue touch his as her hands wandered over his back and ass. She broke off the kiss and they gazed into each others' eyes for a moment before he spoke up.\n\n\"*Qǐng nǐ xiān*,\" Lee said, looking at her fortune, then gestured to the bedroom. \n\nAmy tore off her top and skirt in the hallway and jumped into bed wearing her panties and bra. Lee closed the bedroom door and peeled off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and shoulders. He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor with a clank then crawled over to Amy. Lee ran his fingers over her upturned wrists and arms, feeling her sensitive skin as he kissed her belly. \n\n\"Mmm, that feels nice,\" she cooed as he kissed his way up her body. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and felt her body arch into his, rising and falling as he licked her. \"What's gotten into you,\" she asked.\n\n\"I guess I just realized how lucky I am to be with you, honey,\" he replied. \"I don't say that enough, and I don't want to take you for granted.\"\n\n\"Thank you, baby. I feel like I needed to hear that too.\" Amy unhooked the clasps of her bra and Lee slowly took them off and gazed at her flawless breasts.\n\n\"You look stunning, Amy,\" he said, feeling the sides of each breast before rolling her nipples with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned with each passing circle. He could feel her sex heating up below as he massaged her gently, building her arousal. He kissed his way back down to her panties and rubbed his nose into the fabric. Amy spread her legs wider to give him more access and he nuzzled deeper into her sex, inhaling the raw energy. \n\nAmy pulled her panties down then lifted her legs into the air. Lee took over and pulled the panties off each leg and massaged her calf and hamstrings as he eased them back to the bed. Amy stroked his hair as he positioned himself for cunnilingus. \"Oh Lee,\" she said, \"are you sure?\"\n\n\"Ladies first,\" he replied, then ran his tongue up her slit, flicking her clit. Amy clenched a tuft of hair and kept him planted as he sucked on her clit. \"Oh, fuck, you are delicious,\" he moaned as he alternated between her clit and wet lips. He looked into her half-open eyes and focused on her pleasure, teasing her with fast and hard movements, kisses on her inner thighs, and a well-placed finger in her wet pussy.\n\nAmy wrapped her legs around his neck as her hips rocked by themselves. She could feel the knot under her clit tighten and spread aching pleasure all the way to her toes. She never came before Lee, but it looked like it was inevitable. \n\n\"Ff-fuck!\" she exclaimed, turning left and right as her orgasm ripped through her whole body. Lee was relentless, eating her pussy as it pulsed and squirmed around him. As her tremors settled, he gave her lips another lick and she shuddered in surprise, still quivering. \"Oh my god, that felt so good, Lee.\"\n\nHe looked at her, melting into the bedsheets and felt rejuvenated. He rubbed the hairs above her pussy and massaged her clit softly, watching her moan into a pillow. \"I did this,\" he said to himself, smiling.\n\n\"You sure did, mister,\" she said, giggling. She gently rubbed his erection, still under his briefs, with her foot. \"Have you got anything else for me?\"\n\nLee smiled and pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang to attention, already weeping with pre-cum. As he grabbed her leg, Amy stopped him. \n\n\"No, sweetie. Tonight I'm going to ride you,\" she said, sitting up. \"Get on your back.\"\n\nLee complied and Amy straddled him with her ass facing him, above the waist. She gripped his cock and gave him a few tugs, getting him even harder. \"Oh fuck, that feels good, baby,\" he moaned.\n\nAmy rose up and guided his cock to her awaiting pussy. As she ran his head over her lips, she could feel herself parting for him, eager to be filled. She slid further and squeezed his cock into her pussy, sending a whole new wave of pleasure through both of them. Lee held onto the bedsheets as Amy dictated the tempo, sliding on his cock from tip to base. He could barely breath as her pussy gripped his cock on the way up, and released on the way down. \n\n\"Fuck, I'm going to cum,\" he grunted, looking at the cream building on his cock as she rose and dropped on him. He gripped her hips as his own began to buck and grind. \"Fuck, fuck!\" he exclaimed, shooting his load deep into her. \n\n\"Yes, baby, I want your cum inside me,\" she moaned, rubbing her clit with a free hand, feeling each spurt until he slackened his grip. Her second orgasm gripped him even tighter and she laid on his chest, letting his cock, slick with cum, slowly withdraw from her pussy. She dipped a finger into her pussy and pulled up their creamy mix and sucked it off. \n\nLee held her in place with his hands on her breasts, both of their breathing still in sync with each other. \"Did you like it like that?\" he asked.\n\n\"The best, baby. The fucking best,\" she replied. She slid off his chest and put her head on his shoulder, draping a leg between his. \"I love you, Lee.\"\n\n\"I love you back,\" he said, then kissed her deeply.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the not-too-distant-future, self-driving cars will be prominent and no doubt sex will happen in them. Write a story about one such encounter.
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"content": "The long stretch of highway seemed to vanish into the horizon, unobstructed by anything made by Man or by Nature. Charlie looked over at Kim, hands still at the wheel and cleared his throat. \"Let's do it.\"\n\nKim grinned from ear to ear then pulled the car to the side of the road. A cloud of dust erupted around them as the car finally stopped past the desert shoulder. \"The auto-drive will disengage if it detects your hands off the wheel,\" she said, unbuttoning her shirt. \"But honestly, any human flesh will do.\"\n\nCharlie climbed into the backseat and stripped out of all his clothes. He was so eager to try this after reading about it online, he was already hard by the time he pulled down his boxers, his cock bouncing as Kim lowered the driver seat-back. She enabled the auto-drive, and the car softly pinged an alarm: \"Place your hands on the wheel to begin.\" She propped her bare foot on one end of the wheel, then waited for Charlie to climb over her.\n\nHe struggled to get comfortable, straddling the seat with one knee on the armrest, the other leg bent haphazardly in the back, but the moment he clutched the wheel with one hand, the car began to roll out on its own. \"Fuck yeah!\" he exclaimed. Charlie looked down at Kim's bare pussy and salivated before diving in. \n\nKim held onto Charlie's ass while he ate her pussy. \"Fuck, right there baby,\" she moaned as he used the flat of his tongue to lick her lips and inner thigh. The A/C sent chills over her mound as he continued to slather over her. She bit her lip and tried to spread her legs wider, which was hard in the tiny sedan. Charlie's cock hit her nose as it bobbed for attention, and she freed a hand to guide it into her mouth. He was salty and thick, the hours of road time building a musky aroma on his skin, and Kim reveled in his scent. \n\n\"Oh, fuck... \" he moaned as she sucked on his head, playing with the soft back of his flesh with her tongue. His hand slipped off the wheel as he lost his composure and the car pinged with an alert. \n\nKim released his cock, a glistening stream of spit connecting it to her lips. \"Baby, put your hand back or the car will pull over,\" she said, then took him back in. Charlie complied and gripped the wheel, then began to thrust downward, fucking her throat, his balls slapping her eyes. Kim scratched his chest with her fingernails and he let out a gasp.\n\n\"Oh, you gonna get it,\" he said menacingly and sucked on her clit, sliding it in and out of his mouth. He felt her shift her hips to give access to her wet pussy and he darted his tongue into her, plunging hard into her sex. Kim grabbed his sides as the new sensations rippled over her body, driving her closer to climax.\n\n\"Baby, fuck me, fuck me now,\" she demanded. \"I need your cock in me, baby.\"\n\nCharlie managed to swing his leg over to the passenger side, and swivel over Kim's body without breaking his mouth's grip on her clit. He finally broke free and quickly slid between her legs and the steering wheel, hands now under her neck. The car alarm let out one ping before Kim's feet reached around Charlie and touched the wheel. \n\nKim played with her clit while Charlie lined up his cock with her opening. In one smooth motion, he pressed into her. \"F-fuck yeah, Charlie, right there!\" she exclaimed. His cock filled her like no other, and she squirmed passionately around his thick member.\n\n\"Fuck, you're so tight, baby,\" he whispered as he slowly pumped in and out. He held onto the seatbelt and the headrest and kissed her tender mouth, driving more of his cock inside her. He began to thrust harder as she moaned for more, and he was more than happy to oblige. Kim playfully bit his chest as he rode her faster, and she squeezed him with her smooth thighs. \"I'm gonna cum baby,\" he grunted, then shot his load deep into her pussy.\n\n\"Fuck, yes, yes baby,\" she screamed as she felt his cum coat the walls of her pussy. She held his ass as his last thrust slammed into her, and she kissed him deeply. She felt the car lurch and slow, but she didn't hear the alarm. Worried, she checked and her feet were both planted on the wheel. \"What the fuck is going on?\" she asked.\n\nAs the car slowed, she noticed the large marquee sign, rolling slowly to her left. Her cum drunk brain took a moment to process what she was seeing. \"Fuck! We're at a rest stop!\"\n\nCharlie looked up and stared at the crowd of people looking at their sexy scene and all he could think of doing was to wave hello as they received a round of applause.\n\n\n***\nI bit short, but I hope you like it. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Zombie virus is spread through kissing, and causes feelings of intense infatuation that an infected person cannot distinguish from love.
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"content": "(Hey I know that that it didn't say like if other fetishes could be included or not, but I'm going to just put in lip inflation, hourglass expansion, and bimbo just because it would be perfect for this scenario. Plus i'm inspired from that one sutibaruart picture that has like this exact situation. No link to it I'm sorry) Part 1-- Well, the apocalypse has finally happened. Really it was just a matter of time, but it has happened, but not quite how everyone thought it would go down. If anything, it's probably what most rational people would call the most tender, erotic, and non violent/gore-less way the apocalypse could happen. seems that the virus got its start in some region of Asia, though no one could say where exactly, but soon, oh so soon, it spread to major cities, where proper analysis/panic could be properly observed. The news in Hong Kong had noted that the apparent victims had a love-sick look in there eye that could be totally mistaken for a crazy look that only the most professional of insane asylum patient could give. Also, there lips were 3 sizes bigger than the average humans and they had the bodies of actual porn-stars. Some perverts on the internet would comment, when the story got leaked to the rest of the world, that they also looked like the kind you see on bimbo's that are totally dedicated to making their body the perfect fucking machine, with hips that you would love to hold on to and never let go, breasts as big as two watermelons stuffed inside one rather tight fitting bag, and asses as jiggly, phat, and more fuckable than a really fuckable thing I could complete this analogue with."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Please give me some futanari prompts and I will write some futanari stories.
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"content": "Everyone in the world is a futa girl (the type with both a penis and vagina) but only a third or so can get an erection for psychological reasons. A college age girl randomly gets her first boner after a weird conversation with her friend. \n\nOptional ideas that just came to mind, only use them if you think they’ll fit: almost everyone that does get erections has them start at puberty so this is almost unheard of. She tries to hide her erection under a skirt, something people like that don’t usually wear. She has to figure out how to take care of it after years of only fingering herself. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a spy in the event of her being captured; she is expected to be mentally prepared for being interrogated in a variety of ways, including sexual methods. Due to the nature of sexual interrogation endurance training, she is allowed to assign a trusted co-worker to act as the interrogator.
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"content": "As usual, Michael was punctual to the minute, rapping sharply on my hotel room door at exactly 7pm. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and opened it.\n\n“Serena,” he said, with genuine pleasure, briefly grasping my forearms and kissing me on the cheek, “it's wonderful to see you.”\n\n“You, too. I really appreciate you agreeing to do this. I know it's a little awkward.”\n\nHe waved me off as he entered the room with a practiced look around, setting a canvas bag down on the bed. “It's anything but. I'm a fan of your work, and more than happy to be a mentor. Everything's set?”\n\nI nodded, pointing. “The camera's there, already recording. The footage is streaming home.”\n\n“Excellent,” he said. “And how are you? How was Paris? I heard good things.”\n\nI puffed out my cheeks. “We got there. Shit fell apart pretty much immediately, but I was able to finish the assignment. There was some luck involved.”\n\n“Bullshit. Good operatives make their own luck. You're too modest.”\n\nI smiled. “I'll take that compliment from you.”\n\nMichael was widely regarded as the best by everybody whose opinion mattered. He got the job done on time every time, with a minimum of collateral and every loose end tied up. He was in his forties, in the twilight of his career as an active operative and transitioning into a teaching role, using his experience to make the next generation the best he could.\n\nI'd had a crush on him almost immediately, and not just because of his looks. He had an easy confidence and grace about him that made his presence in any room impossible to ignore, a sense of power and competence you felt almost physically. He was the best teacher I'd ever had, and when this particular part of my own training had come due, I'd overcome the intimidation and trepidation that accompanied it and reached out to him.\n\n“Are you ready to get started?” he asked. “This could be a long night.”\n\n“I think I'm ready. Do you want me...on the bed?”\n\nHe smiled. “Let me take care of all that,” he said.\n\nLike all operatives, I'd had extensive self-defence training and I was in great physical shape. But none of that counted for much when disarmed by trust. I was utterly unprepared for what happened next, and before I could react, he'd taken me down with a quick throw and was on my back, one arm around my throat in a stranglehold I had no hope of breaking, though of course I tried. Michael knew what he was doing, and had the hold applied in such a way that I could breathe, but my carotid artery was compressed, cutting off blood flow. I was dizzy in seconds, darkness closing in moments later, my heartbeat loud in my head, a panicked staccato rhythm.\n\nWhen he released me, I was limp, hanging onto consciousness, utterly helpless as he hiked my dress up over my hips and stripped off my panties. He covered my body with his own, the pair of us face down on the hotel room floor, and I felt his cock, warm and slick with what must have been saliva, forced into me, stretching me so that I whimpered in surprise and pain.\n\nHe fucked me with quick, hard thrusts, his breath hot against my ear, one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my head. I tried to struggle, but my limbs were barely beginning to respond to my brain's commands when he groaned aloud and I felt him come inside me, burying his cock in my pussy one final time and holding it there as I felt his warmth spreading with each pulse of his shaft.\n\nHis arm encircled my neck again, and this time he hung on until I passed out.\n\nWhen I woke up, I was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. My wrists were cuffed behind its back, each ankle to a leg. I was naked. The chair was in the middle of the room, and he'd cleared space by pushing the bed against the wall, where he sat watching me.\n\n“Welcome back,” he said, with a smile.\n\nI looked around and pulled at the cuffs, testing them. Pointless, but I'd been taught to be thorough, to check every potential avenue escape.\n\n“Was that traumatic?” he asked.\n\nI shook my head. “Surprising, but no.”\n\n“Has it happened before?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“You had a pretty good upbringing. The old man's kind of an asshole, but he never hurt you. No creepy uncles or teachers. That neglect means you're self-sufficient and good at processing high-stress scenarios without looking to others. It's a double-edged sword in life, but sought after in our line of work.”\n\n“You do your homework.”\n\n“This needs to have value for you, or we're just playing sex games.”\n\n“Have you done it before?”\n\nHe shook his head. “Not like that. I've seduced. I've gotten information from people who like that kind of dominance, but I've never done that.”\n\n“People,” I said, “Not women.”\n\nHe laughed. “Does that surprise you?”\n\n“A little. You don't seem the type.”\n\n“It was necessary.”\n\n“So you're operativesexual.”\n\n“I'm honestly amazed that you're asking me about my sexuality and cracking jokes when you're tied to a chair naked. I forced myself on you without your consent a little while ago.”\n\n“I consented.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“I consented to this exercise, Michael. I've read the brief, I know what this is. I signed the disclaimer. That's consent.”\n\n“And that, Serena, is why you're going to be a tough nut to crack. This is a simulation to you. You trust me implicitly and you, like me, do your homework. You know the limits of the exercise and what you'll likely have to endure. You are psychologically and physically strong. Worst of all, this is right in your fetish wheelhouse.”\n\nI felt myself blush. “Is that in my file?”\n\n“Of course. You're submissive with a streak of masochism, a little switchy at times. Your internet browsing history is pretty telling, and former partners spoke to your preferences.”\n\nI laughed. What else could I do? “Jesus Christ.”\n\n“So from my point of view, it's a question of what I can possibly do to make you give me your code phrase. You know I won't kill you or do anything that could cause permanent or semi-permanent damage, physical or otherwise. But you also know I have free reign within those guidelines, which is a pretty broad remit.”\n\n“Sexually speaking.”\n\n“Are you sexually aroused by pain?”\n\nI shifted in the chair. “Some kinds.”\n\n“Like what?”\n\n“I've never fully explored it. I know I like to be spanked. I like my back and my ass flogged. I like to be slapped and choked.”\n\n“Did you like what I did to you?”\n\nI thought about it. “I like the idea. But it happened so fast…”\n\nI thought maybe he colored a little at that, it was hard to tell.\n\n“You're an extremely attractive woman.”\n\n“I didn't mean it like that…”\n\n“And tight.”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Yes. And I didn't exactly bring the foreplay…”\n\n“You're very apologetic for a torturer.”\n\n“Well, maybe you were right.”\n\n“About what?”\n\n“About it being awkward. If I'm honest, we're a lot alike, and while I don't have a problem separating what's personal from what's work, I like and respect you a great deal.”\n\n“Now I can't tell if you're working an angle. I know how good you are at this shit.”\n\n“Think I'm going to get the code phrase by professing my undying adoration and making sweet, passionate love to you?”\n\n“Might be worth a shot.”\n\n“That,” he said, standing, “wouldn't be any fun.”\n\n“I thought you were good at separating personal from work.”\n\n“When I have to.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A teenage witch gets kicked out of an all female private school. To retaliate, she puts a curse on the school building so that, as the school day goes on, everyone inside the building slowly gets more aroused.
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"content": "\"hey do you feel any different\"\nthe female witch, polly said. she was 18 (sorry won't go lower), tall, her ass had come in full form, over the previous years. a bitchy cheerleader. \n\nher friend, Monica, said \"no, not really, i have been getting hot all day long--\"\na third friend said \"i thought it was just the ac system crapping out again.\" closing her locker she said \"look, i have been smuggling raisins all day long.\"\n\nthe third friend lindsay, was a brunnete with thin long hair, had a modest pair of tits, and in the center was a little dot that came up on each of them. \n\nMonica laughed, and said \"omg, are you even wearing a bra.\" \n\nthe polly said nothing, and continued to look at them, and so began checking out her own ass in the mirror. she shook it around, and played with a little, and said \"do you think noah will like it if i don't wear underwear to homeroom\"\n\nthe second friend slapped her, and said \"yes of course, he would like to do a whole lot more than that.\" she eyed up the polly, saying \"hell if i had a dick i would want to put it in you as well\"\n\npolly said \"we should get out of here soon, they will have the bell ringing\"\n\nthey left the locker room, and walked into the halls. \n\nthe halls were narrow, and made of cheap bricks, they sat around, and waited with their phones, when Monica got a text message. she says \"OMG, it's a picture of Trevor dick\". then another text message noise came, it was from polly's phone she looked, and it was a picture of dan's dick. She showed it to her friends. \n\nthey looked at it, and said omg does he want you to come fuck him now, in the middle of the day. they discussed strategies, and sent of messages. polly says she is going to do it. \n\nshe wants to go meet him. the bell ring, and she walks off into the school hallways. meeting up they look at each others eyes, with disbelief, walking into the stall. the door opens, and he lets her in, her panties fall to the ground, and she turns around, and says are you hard enough yet. he says he has been hard for the last thirty minutes since lunch. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A telepathically linked couple has immense problems keeping their hands off each and jumping each other thanks to their magnetic attraction. That doesn’t stop them from trying though...
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"content": "Contains light BDSM\n***\n*What are you watching*, Ellen thought as she washed the dishes in the warm, running water. She closed her eyes and imagined everything in soft focus: a television set, the one in her bedroom. Ellen concentrated, and the screen sharpened, clearly showing a couple having sex in bed... her bed.\n\n*Don't be mad at me!* she heard echoing in her mind, but she *was irritated* that Gary was watching one of their intimate recordings without her. Granted, she felt what he felt: the lump of anticipation in her throat, the dull ache in his crotch that only grew bigger as he touched himself. It distracted her from the pile of dishes that weren't going to clean themselves. \n\n*What are you doing? Why does I feel cold?* she felt him ask as she rinsed her hands and pulled off her top. She unhooked her bra and set them on the counter. \n\n*Revenge!* is the message she sent him as she reached into the junk drawer and pulled two clothes pins. Ellen winced as the first one clamped onto her nipple, the heat of the pinch sucking the air out of her breath. She heard a muffled yelp upstairs then put on the next clothes pin. Ellen loved the sting then warm sensation of her nipples as they adjusted to the pain. She went back to her dishes and smirked.\n\n*Hold onto your hats*, she heard inside, then her eyes widened and she stood on her tiptoes. She felt something hard and cold push against her asshole. Ellen reached back with a wet hand but nothing was there, and yet she felt the unmistakable discomfort of something entering her behind. \n\n\"Oh, fuck,\" she moaned as she spread and bent her legs, dipping below the counter. As she descended, the clothes pins clipped the edge of the counter and the taps sent new jolts of electricity through her nipples. The muffled scream upstairs was instantaneous.\n\nEllen knelt on the floor mat and rode the ghost phallus in her ass and reached down under her panties. Her clit was hot and swollen and she began to rub herself quickly. \n\n*Baby, you like that?* they both sent to each other, as they played with themselves. Ellen could feel him tighten around the toy. *Faster faster faster* is all she could understand as Gary's orgasm washed over her. She was not far behind, sending herself bucking and grinding on the kitchen floor. She heard a thump on the ceiling and the pain in her side and arm where Gary must have fallen.\n\nShe ran up the stairs and entered their bedroom. Gary was naked on the floor, vibrator still in his ass as she helped him up. \"Are you okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, and she knew he meant it. \"You literally pushed me off the bed when you came. It was that good.\"\n\nShe laughed and hugged him, then slowly pulled the toy from his butt. \"You shouldn't have started without me. As your punishment, you have to finish the dishes.\"\n\n\"And what are you going to do?\"\n\nEllen climbed into bed and took off her pants. \"I'll provide you some mental stimulation.\"\n\nGary kissed her and headed downstairs. Ellen watched herself on the TV and remembered when they recorded it, the memory playing in both their minds. As she played with herself with her own toy, she thought about this moment of layered sexuality and she felt blessed to have her partner in tune with her mind.\n\n***\n\nShort one; but I hope you liked it. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Telling your husband that you cheated on him.
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"content": " The kitchen seems so much smaller at night. During the day, the sun fills the room. It’s bursting with laughter and life, the center of a happy home. But tonight, it’s empty and dark. \n\nWell, empty except for my husband and I. \n\n“How fucking could you?” he asks for what feels like the hundredth time.\n\n“I’m sorry.” I sigh, again. My eyes are puffy from tears, and I keep fighting back the urge to sniffle.\n\n“Just…” He runs his hands over the smooth wood table, like he’s looking for something to touch that isn’t me. \n\n“Just tell me what happened. I deserve to know that much.” \n\nThe clock ticks on the wall, loudly. We’d bought it together at an antique mall one lovely Saturday in June. It was a cat, with eyes and a tale that ticked away the seconds, back and forth, over and over. Of course, that all happened a long time ago. When we still had a chance to be happy. Before I cheated on John.\n\n“I….” I try to begin. But how do you tell a story that you know will destroy someone? How do you cut someone to the core? Take their soul and crush it underfoot? \n\n*Tick tock, Debra. Tick tock.* \n\n“I don’t know where to start.”\n\nJohn drums his fingers against the table, rhythmic with frustration. I can see the vein at this temple that stands up when he’s angry. \n\n“Let’s try the beginning.” \n\nI look down at the papers in front of me. A packet of cheap photocopies, dumped from a manila sleeve. D-I-V-O-R-C-E spelled out in bold, black ink.\n\n“Ok….” I swallow hard. “The beginning.” \n\nI look down, gathering myself for the tale. For the story I never thought I’d tell.\n\n“It started last year. When your company was downsizing.” \n\nJohn’s eyebrows go up in confusion, and I get a sense of how little he really knows. “Why does my company downsizing matter at all?” \n\n“Oh, John.” I give a little laugh. “You don’t know anything do you.”\n\nHe sits and waits, the darkness around us holding us apart from the world. There’s only this moment. \n\n“I got a call. From your boss.” I expect for the words to land like a hammer, and they do.\n\n“Marcus?”\n\n“Yeah, Marcus.” A laugh escapes again. “You were working late every day, trying to keep your job. And Marcus asked me to dinner. I...thought it was strange. But you’d been distant. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the attention of a handsome man. Maybe I thought I could put in a good word and help you keep your job. And that would...fix things.”\n\nI look around, no escape evident. There’s only the story. \n\n“So...I went to dinner with him. I wore a dress. A pretty one, with pearls. And John, he noticed.” I feel myself blush. \n\n“I know it sounds silly, but he noticed. You never noticed anymore. But as soon as I walked in, he told me how beautiful I looked... wait, no. Sexy. He told me I looked sexy.” \n\nThe color is draining from John’s face. He’s trapped between a freight train and cliff. \n\n“Anyway, dinner was fine. But Marcus was...something else. He was funny. And he was so commanding. I don’t know what else to call it. He just knew what he wanted, all the time. Wine, food, whatever. He got the waitress’s number while I was sitting there. Just told her to give it to him and she did. I guess I saw why he was the boss.” \n\nI knot my hands in my lap, nervous to being the next part.\n\n“Then he made me an offer. Well, I guess you could call it that. Like I said, he sort of just told me he wanted it. I guess I could have said no, but if I’m honest, the thought didn’t cross my mind.”\n\n“What...What did he tell you?” \n\n“He told me...He told me that I was going to belong to him after that night. He told me that I was going to go back to his apartment. And I was going to do anything he told me to. And that if I did that...if I kept doing that. That you’d keep your job, you’d even get a raise. But John, do you know why I did it? Why I watched him pay and followed him out to the taxi? While I didn’t take my hand away when he put it on his thigh? What I practically gave him a handjob in that car?”\n\n“Why?” John’s voice is softer now, more unsure. Even scared. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man discovers the art of Divine Speech, meaning that by speaking to a person in a certain tone of voice, they will accept his words as true without question. It even allows you to change what people believe about themselves.
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"content": "Crawford Greene, Esq. looked up just in time to see Brenda toss her soft brown hair as she approached his desk. He raised his eyes to meet hers, but slowly enough to take in that wonderful vista of the valley that opened up as she leaned forward to place a packet on his desk. \n\n“My calendar popped up a reminder about this. You father wanted it pulled out of the archives and delivered to you today.” Brenda started to tear up. “Damn, Mike. I miss him so.” \n\n“Yeah, me too Bren. But we have to march on.” \n\nBrenda nodded and turned to walk out of his office. Mike tilted his head from side to side in time to the sway of her hips. He wanted her. Brenda had been his father's assistant and Crawford, or Mike as they called him, didn’t quite know how to approach her. Everytime he thought about trying he felt like he was competing with his father. He was thankful for the distraction the packet provided. \n\nHe snipped the string and unfolded the wrapping paper to find another packet and an envelope addressed to him in his father’s hand. In it was a single sheet of paper covered with his father’s scrawl. \n\n>Son, Uncle Mike wanted me to give you this on your thirtieth birthday. I didn’t last long enough to do it in person but here it is. I have to admit I peeked and, yeah, it works. Say hi to Brenda for me. \n\n>Oh! Happy Birthday! Do I have any grandchildren yet?\n\nMike shook his head and chuckled. He was a pretty good litigator and could talk for hours in a courtroom, but he couldn’t think of much to say in a bedroom or find the right words to steer an evening in that direction. \n\nHis phone buzzed and Brenda reminded him of his conference call. Mike tossed the note and the wrapped packet in his briefcase and waited for her to place the call. \n\nHe started thinking about Uncle Mike, his godfather and his father’s college friend. They took different roads on graduation, his dad going to law school and his uncle choosing finance. But they were reunited when they both settled here to build their careers. They were always together, even after his dad and mom married. \n\nUncle Mike became a very successful investment advisor. He had a silver tongue and could sell his services along with some pretty outlandish investments. He was just very persuasive. People trusted him and just seemed to take his advice. Dad often said he would trust Mike with anything he had. All his investments seemed to pay handsome dividends. Well at least his clients were always satisfied. \n\nBrenda buzzed with his call and Mike focused his mind on the realities of work. \n\nThat evening, after dinner, Mike sat at his desk and untied the packet. He found a note, a leather bound journal and a scrap of yellowed paper in a glassine envelope. \n\n>Hey Mike! Yeah, I left you a chunk o’ change in my will, but I wanted to wait until you hit thirty to give you the best part of your inheritance. I hope you will take advantage of it. Just always remember you should use it for good or you will lose it. I made lots of people lots of money. Of course I also used it for some fun along the way. Wait, I need to explain. Here’s the story.\n\n>My last year in school I needed to access some rare books in the Business School’s private reading room. Well one day my eyes started to cross and I decided to take a break. I walked around the small room and glanced at the titles on the shelves as I stretched my legs. I noticed the fragment of parchment sticking out of a tome and got curious. \n\n>Most of the book droned on about novel ways to extort money out of the citizenry by instituting various taxes. But there was an appendix that dealt with ways to motivate people to agree to the new taxes. The parchment was stuck in the section that described the ‘Ancient and Venerable Art of Divine Speech’. The section appeared to be an instruction manual for the parchment. I was punchy so I killed some time reading it. I even practiced the phonetics that produced a not unpleasant gibberish. Anyway, I followed the breathing instructions and tried to reproduce the tonal quality and speech patterns described in the appendix. I had a nice laugh and got back to work. \n\n>Well the next day my advisor was all over my ass for a draft. I had run out of excuses so I figured what the fuck. I took a few breaths and made this low pitched, sort of rumbly sound and said in that soft voice I learned from the book, “Don’t you think an extension would be a good idea?”\n\n>He blinks and smiles and says, “On second thought I think another week for the draft would be a good idea.” Yeah, no kidding! \n\n>Then later I hit the dining hall and sitting right there as I leave the line is Melanie Milkaner. We all figured Melanie could fill a couple of cans, if you get my drift. I notice her look away when she spots me and I decide to give the voice another try. Yeah, breakfast the next morning! This thing works! \n\n> Well, read the journal and do as you see fit. I copied the full instructions into it along with the phonetic keys. Also put in a bunch of case histories. You know how effective I was at selling investment securities and services? Yup! \n\nMike stayed up all night studying and practicing. He really didn’t hold out much hope. He was sure it was Uncle Mike's quick wit and easy going personality the made him successful. Those and a very sharp mind. He made people money because he knew how to pick investments. \n\nMike took a break and went to the kitchen to get a drink. He passed the family pictures hung in the hall and stopped at the one of Mike shaking his hand at high school graduation. He never realized how much he resembled his uncle. Wow, they even had similar builds. But, the uncle’s charisma was apparent even in the photo. Mike was the kind of guy nobody noticed unless he spoke to them. Uncle Mike took over a room as soon as he entered it. Yeah, they were nothing alike. \n\nMike slept in the next morning and Brenda started to rip him a new one when he finally got to the office. He knew he was too easy going and should have reprimanded her, but, well that wasn’t his style. He tried to smile and walk away but she followed him into his office, berating him. Mike took a few deep breaths and started making this low pitched rumbly sound. He smiled at Brenda and started talking to her in a soft voice. \n\n“Don’t you think I’m entitled to dawdle over breakfast every once in a while?” \n\nBrenda stopped speaking and tilted her head a bit as if she were thinking. “On second thought Mike, I think you deserve to take your time over a leisurely breakfast every once in a while.” \n\nMike raised his eyebrows and decided to try again. “Wouldn’t it be nice to take the afternoon off and have a nice long lunch at the club?” \n\nBrenda smiled and hugged herself. Mike almost lost himself in her cleavage but managed to focus enough to hear her say, “Gee, I’d love to go to the club for a nice long lunch. I think we should take the afternoon off.” \n\n“Oh, that’s a good idea, Bren. Let’s clean up some loose ends and leave about eleven. Ok?” \n\n“Uh, I don’t know about 11. That seems a little early to me.” \n\n“Don’t you think you can be ready by eleven? I’m sure you could do it.” \n\n“Hm, I’m sure I could be ready by eleven, so why shouldn’t we leave then? Anything you say boss!” \n\nAs Brenda left to start clearing her desk Mike made a call. \n\n“Hello Belinda! It’s Mike Greene. How are you? … Good, yeah me too … Uh, I’ve been looking over our latest proposal on *Minor v. Major*, have you seen it?” Mike controlled his breath and made a low rumbling sound, somewhere deep in his throat while his colleague replied. His voice was soft and low when he spoke. “Don’t you think it’s a generous offer? Don’t you think your client should accept it? … Yes … Oh, I couldn’t agree more. You are absolutely right, it’s a great offer. Hey, if we can finalize the deal tomorrow afternoon I think we could have dinner tomorrow … Yes, your place would be good. Yes, and I think you would enjoy greeting me topless and falling to your knees to give me a kiss. Does that sound good? … Well, sure you could make it a wet kiss. Think a little sucking might work for you? … Oh, you flatter me, but you can take as much as you care to down your throat. … Yes, see you at three!” \n\nMike threw his head back and laughed. It really did work. \n\n“Hey, Bren? Got a quick minute?” \n\nIn just a few minutes Mike convinced Brenda he should check to see if her bra was binding, agree it was too tight and let Mike help her remove it. Then he pulled her in forca kiss and whispered in her ear. She pulled back to look up into his face and giggled. \n\n“Of course I can spent the night, and no, we don’t have stop at my place. I love to sleep nude.” \n\nMike sent her off with a slap on the ass and dialed his phone again. \n\n“Yes, hello.” The low rumble racing though the line cleared the way for the soft voice. “Say, I’m Mike Greene and I live across the street in number 69. I’m thinking we should get together … No, we haven’t met, but that doesn’t matter, does it? … Yes, of course you're right, it doesn’t matter at all. I was thinking Friday night. Does that suit you? … Good! Oh, you wont need to wear underwear, will you?” \n\nHmm, Mike thought to himself, Saturday’s next. He picked up the phone and dialled that redhead with the long legs. \n\n***\n\nHope you liked it. Comments and criticism are welcome."
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